what dulls the senses ?
Until death do us apart, or until insanity and grief carves a better outlet,
I want no part of neither one, I'm not a masochistic or on a joy ride for proving grounds.
I'm bless to to know I can decipher my conscience, and since I'm material and imperfect I carry out my sentence, cautiously and under reason.
I slave for what is good and righteous...a resistor to broken will. There is no markers pointing to either directions. If my faith is challenged my Divine being shall cover for my weaknesses.
Yet I have not failed in my quest to understanding. My sacrifice is to my beloved...but God first, this much I know !
My Lord is very close at hand all the time as the enemy extends his madness...but I'm aware on his countless attempts. The Almighty Divine always at the scene...if God on my side whom against me ?
The superlative call is to the braves, those whom yearn and sigh, mourn the greater revelation. It is to them the ancient of ancient...eternal of old, that keeps the consuming fire alive rosie hot. If one stays the course of the conscience, your days will have no end.
Freewill or the challenge, what dulls the senses ?
Extremism, fanaticism, over-zealous..applying a perfect law to a imperfect body, blindly.
Carrying out the
mandates to the point of exhaustion. I have reasons to amend a broken
rhythm (my limited scope on what is superlative).
My contention, it
takes a great plot to balance out the fine prints. In my insensible
chase...the senses have yielded a fine tune conscience, that is the
product to work with. I beg forgiveness by stretching the boundaries
in my contemptible state...I await the superlative expression that
which is bestow to my conscience !
06/14/17
Rafael G Gonzalez
