Looking Towards

When morning comes a new day will have crested the horizon and the night will only be a vague memory that fades behind the seas. Like no other day has this morning come with life flying on the wings of stars and newness as fresh as the spirit of near defeat, triumph and rebirth received. Bright is the dawning of a new day when the old and the familiar has run its course and the here and now is aglow with that which shines and radiates sublimely. Cresting the horizon is the reason why vision and hope endured the suffering and faith did not succumb to disillusionment under pressure. This is the morning that had once looked so dim. A morning never before and yet so far ago. A morning when the heavens opened and the oil of vigor and purpose anointed the head lifted upwards. A morning when the have and the have not flies under a different banner. A morning that has redefined forever the contents of speech and the attitude of walk. When morning comes, yes by light and life, when morning comes.

When morning comes behold the flowering and the passing away. It is a grand time to rejoice in the moment and to be revitalized by the newly found. A stone cut out without hands and filling the entire earth and of so many waves of the sea to one has the stone of life come and with it the hope and the labor is made plain and the wave joins hands with many others in the sea forming a coalition of night unto morning as bright as the first spark that sent existence into motion. Out of so little so much is given and the reward is by volume the true reason of living. When morning comes the less is by no means a sentiment for rest and the beginning and the end is the foundation for the new quest and when this is all true so shell it be the enduring seed that the heavens so desperately needs has come to bloom.

Looking towards the time of rearrangements when the focus of self has been utterly consumed by the glory of the presence and the presence is itself a confirmation of self. The feet that has walked upon self-made soil will surrender they're march and reevaluate they're purpose and call. Oh the soul and that which makes up the essence of it. Be of good cheer even as to lean as it is to full. Harbor not resentments that only dulls the mental energies that allows so many lies to foster. Oh the soul and the spirit that is within thee. Judge yourself before venturing outwards towards anyone else because judgment is like food entering the body having served its purpose is washed out. And be not of such a low state of mind as to not have it within self to give credit where credit is due for that which you seek to confuse and belittle only succeeds in confusing and belittling you. Looking towards the time when no minds are blind and everything can be seen as they are meant to be seen when morning comes and the light of the new day shines.

When the first rays of light crest the horizon the new morning will have come and that which was a moment before and extending even unto yesterday will be remembered as a trail of lessons learned leading to a turning point and an arrival heading towards a new and wonderful destination that here-to-fore seemed only so vague and so remote but the morning has come and with it comes change and finally the change is good and the warmth of the light is sweet and nice. Destiny is not a given when morning comes and fate is not contrived by a rambling forth of a certain chain of events. Yes when morning comes true to life is when the present and the future becomes and this becomes the age of walking from Earth to the distant Stars as the thought of such seems fit and no machine will be needed to accomplish this as by day the family of the Word and Thought has come to its own to live as never before.