It May Be Written....But Just Give Me Five Minutes Alone With The Author

It was unexpected. To make that leap of faith, only to hit solid earth and to smash the machine.

Expectations and wishful thinking played their part in that collapse. I imagine that faith comes from a different place and answers to no master. I imagined.

As humans, we do what we do with what we have. The kicker : a course of a life is altered in a heartbeat or carefully cultivated through years of analysis. Ultimately though, we call it as we see it at the moment or feel it or whatever you know IT to be.

The homecoming was easy. It was a dream manifested. It is all there was and nothing beyond.

After that, there would be no more dragons to slay or bridges to be built. There was only the arriving home

A leap of faith doesn't have a next step. At least it didn't in my mind. I imagined it as completion.

Yet I didn't entertain the mundane....the base level scrambling to exist.

So here we stand. Connected through heart yet forced to survive the mindless onslaught of circumstance.

Here we stand. As spectators forced into playing in the game.

at the end of all things ;

we may be saved,

though salvation

is not of our hands.

at the dawn into light;

we may be blinded,

though clarity

was only illusion.

beyond the bars

we search the skies.