Upright love!

                90⁰love²

I have done a great many things in this life of mine. None ever so grave… Much less as dire… And even less as obsolete! I have changed course, made known my failings and forwarded my imaginings. I have neither shone nor lit a light in the darkness past. I move to a hope I see ahead. I see a light from a far. One I can hope in. one that comes not from me.

I live in no shame of what is before me… coz that I can change. I see no fear in change b’coz in fear, I see no change. None at all! I see the same old drab and take to the same old patterns where I find no comfort there in. I have non to tell of the greatness there is…because fear…

oh the wretched fear that takes my hope…my light…my all.

Therefore, in what is before me… a yonder, ahead, I have no shame, for in it, I create all I want or destroy all I don’t.

For the light that comes from a source without, I take no pleasure in its defiance. In fact, I loathe its abuse. For all its brightness and purity, there is no comparison.

At the entrance of the unknown, I stand. The world at my feet, time on my side and the Lord at my throne…  I win! I win every time! With all of life’s demons thrown at me; with the past yanking at my hope, I WIN. I WIN. There is an eternal brightness, an unfathomable depth of pure bred, unadulterated love.  A love that searches the intents and kindles the fires of a heart wild and true!

Oh, how the weary and tiring shambles of decadence try this desolate soul of mine. As before, they raise the past from the dead, they darken the hope ahead and charge with terror from nowhere and everywhere. They are swift and thorough. Their blows bring a sudden and shuttering feeling of finality. They deplete this soul of all of life’s meaning.
This fallen shame, since the beginning of time has tormented and nearly annihilated all that was known of the power and strength of the original mankind! The Power of Love, the Light of the World...

It lingers on though, strengthening and building a remnant. One left from the rabble and ruins of a darkness fading. It charges too, with purpose and passion. With one mission, the light breaks through the darkness to restore all the glory lost in the dread of old.
I am one such as those that have survived the darkness’s terror.
So I will be steady, and I will be ready. I will be strong and I will be bold. I with the light! I will bask in the beauty of its glory, benign as it may be, deem as it may seem, I will tarry on and love the light…to light my love.