Nocturnal once again… Great!!!!!  

It’s something about the quiet of the night…
…the gentle whispers of flowing water,
the distant tick tock seeping through the walls from the bedroom…
and the ambient “klick klick” of keys resonating through my fingers…
It calms and restores equilibrium…
Therapy is in session. 

Craving the flavors of night,
not unlike the subtleties of French Pastries…
it’s a mystery how simple and light satisfies.
Definitely not skittles…
truffles…? 

As a child dwelling in thoughts………………….
story books,
dreams and endless possibilities, 
life’s limitations are patronizing and boring… that is,
mundane and repetitive.
Habitual living, thoughtless and without reason…
lacking sound structure and…
forgetting that there’s a compass pointing to the most desirable…
purpose gets lost in the midst of the race that has an ending…
but no victory lap.

the importance of white teeth, social stature…
planning for old age in our youth and worrying…
worrying about next of kin…
the companionship of worry with the rocking chair…
it’s classic.

The haunting lurks the seemingly shallow waters;
it stirs deep upon deep.
A man sinks in the depths of his heart…
it’s warmth intoxicates… penetrates;
leaves you breathless.

Why?  What is….?  Where?  When?

How?

Tradition answers “Our purpose is to please Him… live out His will…
make Him happy or variations and derivations thereof.”
No arguments here, but specifics aren’t there.

Who?

Enough of the sad poetic attempts…

Sheesh…..
I know what I’m ranting about now… it’s late and my mind is wandering….

but it’s nights like this that can keep me up for no real good reason; my mind is just broke the sound barrier.

it all seems like a thousand piece jig saw puzzle, all in shades of gray.
Can I use my crayons to color?
Do I have to “color inside the lines” again?
I want a new coloring book.
WAAAAAHHHHHHH! 

He will not fail to deliver me.