Monday, a day of movements, some productive and others sporatic and unsure. Morning begins with sureity and grace, I see the creativity in the youth, in their faces and feel so much a sense of time gone by.
I wonder if everyones mind goes a million miles an hour as mine does? I wonder if anyone else tries to capture their thoughts in order to sort them out and review them later, only when later comes all of the orderly, cohesive thoughts are gone and they won't come back in anyway. Can't or won't be captured again for the sake of reminising.
So I listen to the stars come out at night, pray that GOD will understand my mind and help me to understand it more clearly and trod on...
What is it that allows us, one and all to think we are of superior stock, to feel we are GOD's chosen one in spirit and source of being. knowing he has a way of making us each and every one feel special. What a thing to know, that there is a power so profound, so unimaginiable, that we can feel, no, not just feel but know, know we are intmately intertwinded with HIM and can speak with him at any time, all the time.
I will make all things better due to his favor with me and my awe of HIM.
See, Alfie has nothing on me. . . No matter the day or time or circumstances, no matter the year hour or attitude in the air, it comes to one core, basic, point of reference and that is we have the ability to do what is necessary for this one life, in just enough time to satisfy our life's need to be known and remembered as someone for something, somewhere.
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