There is evidence throughout the Bible of opportunities offered by God to many persons but missed because of those people failing to fulfill the promise. I Corinthians 2:7-8 KJV: Says: We speak the wisdom of God in a mystery, even the hidden wisdom which God ordained before the world UNTO OUR GLORY: Which none of the princes of this world knew: for had they known it, they would not have crucified THE LORD OF GLORY. This is a profound statement. Obviously this knowledge is not available to human nature regardless of the nobility of the persons.

Thou O Holy God, that sits in the mist of Heaven, my soul longs for your love, there in your tear, I see the rainbows of time passing as a great wind, Come O Holy One and kiss the children, that they may know you; Send forth the great, Gathering that the Holy Ones May Come and be One; Greet us O God, as a Father greets His wondering, missing Child;

Sweet Song of Life, come tap on the window of my heart so that I might swoo in the presence of Your Love. Faith is the key that makes our hearts flow like an angelic river as our spirit comes to cuddle our heads when we pray. This world is dull and dark, but You turn it into beauty and life.

O’ Yahvael, let me kiss the gems that decorate around Your heart as Your Holy Spirit tickles my lips to glow like the moon. Let my spirit dance with Yours as the clouds open up like doors for us to waltz inside. You have made Love into an art that soothes the flowers to come and cuddle Your face.

Sometimes Time Runs Out of Kilter.

I don’t know if the hands on the clock turn around and actually run backwards, or if time really does occasionally run in reverse.

But I do know that once in a while memories become as real as Mama’s apple wood switch and the sting is as sharp as new open heel blisters from wearing hand-me-down boots.

A slight tipping past time, my soul looked into the flowers, that blow in the winds of the future; a fragrance of love, behold's the quivering of time passing; the children in the heavens, holding warm clouds to serve the hungry who call on the Lord; spread the supper table now that all who are invited may dine on the, Love, and Delicious fruit that the Spirit of God will serve the generations setting at the Bridegrooms table; Sing now the Songs of the Holy One’s Victory; O Death where is your Sting; O Grave where is your Victory; His Voice shall shake, not only the earth, but also the heavens; He shall shout the Victory Song From His Throne where he sits.

A slim hope lay true to the edge of life’s shores;
A falling sound, a whirl to know how to open, this eternal Door;
High in the mind of universal thought, comes many pairs, of ought;
A tremendous glimmer of hope to true;
Claiming an understanding, so high, so big; give to the air; a thought rig;

A soft, vanilla silk moon, soon to set;
The call of a morning bird, I met
Never to know, a loss of thought;
Never to see the moon set,
Softly lowering, beyond crests view,
I cling to my heart, with thoughts of you;
My God has spoken, in the fields of sight,

A Poof, a fluff, a little cloud stuffed;
Fluffed all white, and flying like a kite, all crisp and new;
O how long can you fly, without a care, in the blue;
Standing on the ground, a little frown, the trying, so new;
That I can, I’m not yet a man, can you?
My thoughts all teeter, with the twisting path you fly;
With every turn, I look with concern, and also a sigh;