Fine line

Travelling the light fantastic feels like a folly of fierce adventure

It’s lonely

Though I am never truly alone

Today in the Eternal Now I’m surrounded by my Kingdom family

Chronological Time is immaterial

In the realm of Kairos—there a festive celestial atmosphere persists

Like my King I dwell in both realms

Today I deal with the material meting out of paper dollars on earth

Placing tools in a fine place I marvel at their significant beauty

Waiting listening and watching at the crossroads

As it is there where all Wisdom comes to reckon

Mercy is new every morning and sharpens itself to cut into my earthly reality

The result in me is a masterpiece that someone will find in a ditch somewhere

I am lost and found I am promised the golden thread