A world that's supposed to be solid shouldn't look so surreal, an enigmatic silhouette, a solitary figure, with hair a streaming banner in the wind. Our soul stirs in recognition. That's what we looked like when we were questing for truth. It's the familiar romance of disaffected alienation, feeling those tattered, worn out shoes, ugly, but comfortable for exhausted feet. Our life is forever, to us, that grand drama in which we are absorbed.
Faith lives this same life elsewhere, beyond the realm of sight. It's yearning becomes only stronger for the wait. Proof speaks just beneath the timbre of the singing of the wind. Our Beloved, so close that we can feel Him, hear Him, almost see Him, about to touch Him! He tantalizes us with revelation knowledge of the holy mystery of His Person. Foundation of Forever, You will exceed our most glorious expectations!
Our eyes retain their innocence when we've endured through the pain, by trusting Him to accomplish what He said He would do, again. Obviously, in us, are the strongest hearts of all, calmly continuing to watch for Him, each of us his own world of exile, oblivious to the spiraling cinders of a world ablaze around us. Truly a prodigious effort to care about daily things. Those who demand our attention in the present cannot appreciate our distraction, angry insistence leaving what was once harmony ............. homeless. Just remember, if we seem confused, it's because our minds are elsewhere, engrossed in our soon coming King!
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