Insight: Pressed For Time

I rode the waves when time was mine, grasping to the short end of a stick while believing it was full and rich. I had no faith to see with depth as to what was going to come next. Trough to crest a glimpse again, yet to no avail. For life was pale within a boredom that left me feeling empty like being in jail.

Walk in the light as I am in the light; that darkness doth not overtake you. Then, up the stick and around the turn from its edge with new heights discovered learning…

The wave of time slowly subsided when peace came in which humbled me to no end as now I had sight to see where I was going. For the slower I traveled, the more time became my Lord’s ’til I rested at His feet as King. No time to be bored when life is fresh above that which is within time, as peace for perspective brings focus to sight, and here I pick up the pen taking notes about what each new day will bring.