From the depths of the Galaxy, God chooses his patrons to wake. He whispers his command while pointing his finger, a fine light immerses from his finger tip. like a white laser dashing Across the Universe past the planets and the Stars, it makes its way piercing the flesh gently striking the heart, like a Divine alarm waking of the soul and the spirit, becoming aware of life bestowed by the father. now awake fully charged I'm ready to go, vague memories of a deep slumber are hardly realized. for the dreams of the night have readied his soul to take on the day. driven with purpose he's eager to take charge up the hill, where he awaits the knowledge his father is about to give him. blind purpose is what awaits, for there is a love knowing that his mind and his body will be used as a vessel. he has chosen to bear fruit once again, he takes his new knowledge Fresh from the oven, places it on a platter and divides it into equal parts to share among others. this is the one time during the week where he and his father get to Rejoice together. what will the next lightning strike bring, what wonderful knowledge will come next time. what a wonderful thing to be an instrument of God. dear Lord, awaken me one more time.
© Antares M1 Dom001. 71