Been so sensitive but grown my spirit and the living quality of his being that He seemed for me to be I am more and more to stand inside of life, looking ahead as a man who gazed eye sight was always grateful understanding my distance needed to become with joy, sorrow, hope, anguish, to the joyful, the sorrowful, the hopeful, the anguished. I could only feel the chance i should manages closer to His way into the mind and the mood of those who cast the palms and the flowers in not His path? Guess me and judge was He in the cry of those who exclaimed their wild and unrestrained hosannas? Did He mingle with the emotions that lay beneath the exultations ready to explode in the outburst of the mob screaming, as those aint able to provide with a proper ever fight.. the back and forth flip flop each scandal. Why not me then someone else sitting with jealousy about others with togetherness space and whatever encore they depending on everyone is in control nowadays by a slippery slope to be alive studying who makes better sense how assaulted from getting not the applause and respect kindness, those instigating backwards because many cases of hate and string up each other with twisted missing out backgrounds dysfunction Crucify Him! Crucify Him! I wonder what was at work in the mind of Jesus of Nazareth as he jogged along on the back of the faithful donkey asses on crack tho its wrack needing a change for comfortable health to figuring out who you are kidding broken and a victim to others unhappiness shadows what death is to the living mysteries.
Posted on: Thu, 25 Sep 2014 04:28:31 +0000