It (happenstance) has become unusual. What is Your plan/What would You have me learn? I’ve studied some keen reality concerning wings, dice, thus, gambling, thus, freedom. I know why souls are flustered, beginning at isolation, ending at alienation. Some souls seem estranged, withdrawn, to frustrate others, doing such by will. Soul of my ache; brother of my worship—sister of my spirit, and Mother of my cross. I was an oddity. I was wayward. In seeing life playing piano, I see Your keys at play. You’ve paired me before, to my naivety, unaware of fruition, connected notwithstanding, memory vines echoing one’s name. An apostle will have and not have freedoms: freedom—yes—to select garments, to live part civilly free—yes! As for internally, certain freedoms, unless paired: Father of Mother, Mother of Yeshua, freedom to explore what has not an ending—a soul is with thoughts on said matter. You’d see me before existence. You’d make plans for my life. I repeat what is written. And You knew this woman—crossing our paths, knowing each were with predicament. To spark resistance so intensely, to make for psychical opposition; that wasn’t enough, imprints, spirit cages, caves in souls, even water in eyes. You gave her first billing: I’m with envy. I ponder intangibility. I wonder how it unfolded. It happened in her—exposed to careers, wrestling, as we assert—to have empathized with Mother, sight unseen, to have intimate understanding, holding face, testy on some point, it seems young, it seems human, with us saving by graces. However, You deceived me: Father of charms. It hast to be life as it is at this time. (I do worry! I do pray.) Life of my absence. Moments of my vision. As You will!
