Ignition

The calm before the storm

Brace yourself – like a man

Prepare your mind for action

Set your gaze on the task ahead

The hammer drops,

A sharp and jarring stab

A sudden grip twisting fast

Momentum builds, gears catch

Torsion and grit

Slammed hard back, down, against

Heart quickening, happily grimaced

Tensing, tightening, frictioning.

Frantically pumping, rushing and compensating.

Explosively shoving.

Blood and steel work much the same, way deep down.

Always seeking a balance that’s never quite found.

Too high up, or maybe still too far down?

Who is to say, what’s lost or what’s found?

Cheers and weeping are equally medicinal.

Crazy, but true. Like so many things.

The physics of fire - There’s no such thing

Not even in the smallest flick of a flame

A dim, stray spark causes an opposite same

Rhyme and reason haven’t the slightest sway.

Quickly and violently, everything burnt away

No quench for the thirst, no block to bar the way

The hotter the fire, the colder the ash.

The greater the expense, the deeper the lack.

One word, glance, thought, sound, smell, taste,

The whole world is transformed.

Crazy, but true. Like so many things.

Kansas

The sweet, warm earth of home

Always asking to come and to roam

Far away from these walls of dust and of rocks

Back there, across the many miles I’ve crossed

My heart can understand that place

Far removed from this land of waste

It invites, welcomes, accepts, embraces,

With wide and such forgiving spaces

There is room there to breathe, and plenty of space to wander

Accommodating to even the most restless of drifters

The only place I can now call my home -

yet it's so far away from where is truly my home.

It doesn’t try to be something it’s not

But melts into an afterthought

It bows its head, and falls asleep

No goals to meet or agenda to keep

Opened arms and gaping skies

Empty of any sort of trick or disguise

Peace does abound where the simple is found

With no barriers or secrets, no burden to weigh down

Just a simple, and silent place, which God laid out for me

With so much space to think, and just enough room to be.

The Path of the Beam

The crooked path is becoming straight

As we move toward perfection

That old black rider ever chasing

No longer sets the direction

We ride on a beam of light

On a wave of pure precision

Our souls arise in endless flight

And we are one in perfect fusion

Now we ride

There is truth in the illusion
But do not be deceived

There is a greater purpose

Than what is easily perceived

The presence of the light increases

While all else is growing dim

Fleeting reality withers away

Revealing beauty concealed within

The evidence of perfection grows

While kingdoms rise and fall

The souls of men are drawn

To the source that binds us all

And makes us who we are...

WE ARE THE SLEEPLESS ONES

We are the sleepless ones

The ones who will be changed

The living, breathing, body of light

And we’ve got freedom coursing through our veins

- Credit to Jason Wisdom and Becoming the Archetype

I love the passion behind these words. Absolutely love it.

Because You're with me,

I will not fear.

I think it would be difficult to find words that are more beautiful than these. The picture of having that kind of relationship with God Himself - it's hard to grasp just how great that really is. He is with us. He helps us, protects us. And we have nothing to fear in the whole Earth. That kind of relationship has to be one of complete trust. In a way, trust is the opposite of fear. Trust means we are safe. Think of this:

One of the greatest examples of this complete trust, at least in my mind, is in a father driving his daughter. It might sound weird, but picture a young girl, maybe 3 years old, in the back seat of a car (for some reason I picture a big van), sound asleep. It's night, and the only sound is the soft hiss of the tires on the pavement. The only person awake in the car is the driver, the father. He has complete control over what the car does and where it goes. Even though this is something that would happen in a normal day in a normal family, I think there are a lot of extremely beautiful things going on. There has to be a huge amount of trust in this situation.

If you don't trust someone, it's very hard to fall asleep while you're even in their presence, much less a passenger in their car, when the slightest twitch of their hand could mean death. Sleeping means you are making yourself completely vulnerable, acknowledging that you know the person will not harm you or take advantage of you in any way. She trusts her dad's hands to be steady and sure. It's dark outside, and the girl has no idea where she is, but there is not even a hint of worry because she knows that her dad is taking her home, taking her directly to her warm bed and to comfort and safety.

Where there is high trust, there is high freedom. She is free to let her little mind wander, free to rest, to sleep without any fear at all. She knows that her dad is focused on bringing her home quickly and safely. How strong of a bond would this be between a loving father and his dear little daughter? Worry or fear is the farthest thing from that little girl's mind, and the father wants nothing more than to keep it that way. He would protect her no matter what, he takes joy in knowing that she feels safe with him, that she trusts him, and he loves her. He handles the car with great care, not wanting to take any turn too sharp or too fast because it might startle his daughter or make her uncomfortable. He stops slowly and smoothly, taking his time and enjoying the quiet drive. And when they get home, he carefully and gently picks her up out of the seat and carries her inside, where she knew he was taking her all along.

There is always more to say, but I think you get the idea. I look forward to the possibility of being the father in that car some day.

Be encouraged knowing that God is with us. We have hope, no matter what. He does love us, and He will bring us home. Be humbled and give thanks for the unbelievable amount of blessings we have.. it's seriously so much.