Redemption

Finally we observe a balanced thought.   Maybe it's the inevitable brain tumor that hides deep inside all of us, maybe a wonderful operetta or a measured steady cadence to thrive, but the presence is definitely there.

Looking at our existence and its unbelievable ascent, we all try to delve into the reasons why we are here and  why so many are not, rotting in the ground due to nature or by the hand of man.   Remarkable the way our vision can be so different peering at adjacent paths.  Fingers flow around our boards, adhering to the human need to communicate.  With this our world is better with insight and understanding, knowing that the monsters of the past chase us all.  Single sourced, unvaried knowledge is non-existent.  Cascade your perspective.  Answer the phone.  

Here's a change for you and our time here together.  Vent.  Roll.  Chime.  Invent.  Create.  Suck.  The call is underway.  They are keeping notes.  The murals don't fit anymore.  There has to be some time to reel this in.   Ownership and figurines will divide and conquer.  As our tongues hang heavy and our material still plays, the drive gets closer.  The door is open.    Know who you are and mark your considerations.

Violent storms can overtake us before we realize.  Rain pounds our reconciled heads and rejuvenates our thought to see truth.  Scattered behind a torn up shed we uncover the salty bones.  You  and you alone can only determine whether to keep the barn door closed.