Animation

Animation (written 1998)
The stagnant tale of remaining timelessly stale is a product of the demise in living with confining compromise. There soon settles a stress to lift anchor and take sail, to make course in the ways of the wise. No longer hearing the exhales of Christ and not changing the bearing toward the gales of growth. No longer reading His love letter and floating on the fails of my oath. But now I am finding nutrition in my daily bread. The elegant element that brings a condition to follow what was and what is being said. In fact and to the point, I realize my eyes aren't exact in measure at times. Frustration also arises when they commit the crimes of false dilation. The vision does not grow assured and light and lines remain blurred. The shame arrives when elders are still suckling on milk. When the pupils aren't set in a destination to become teachers. When the life doesn't age and spirits are trapped in a cage remaining behind the bars of stagnation.

Life means living and with that means ongoing, to keep on growing upward and onward, sowing the seeds of witness. Ever gaining ground more and more, not showing a hint of bore. Knowledge can never be full, it is only a pull to gain greater understanding of where we are standing and realize who the One is that is handing us everlasting life.