Union

This tune I carry in my mind plays again the history of the innermost thoughts of my past. To deny my past would be like penetrating an ancient vessel of precious oil. Without the oil, the vessel is an empty container destined to be crushed into shards.

The lamp and oil fulfill the task of preservation only as an undisturbed union. By whose authority can we dissect this bond that God has made? How can we predict the ultimate outcome?

If I choose to flee from my surroundings… all seems to be new. Just as the promise of a new day and a renewing season, my thoughts remain untamed. Still, the past is all around me within the soul of my mind.

This vessel of flesh and blood contains the priceless oil of my soul. To struggle for the escape of my person is a relentless venture. Man on the journey of life can only place one foot before the other and continue his pursuit

There is no escape from the mind. The complexity of our thought is just a blink of an eye to our Maker. The transformation from the past to the future can be like a butterfly from the cocoon… or like the falling leaves from an ancient tree.

I long to gather my testament and soar into the promised breeze. The calamity of the rains may drive me to the ground, but the warmth of the sun shall dry my wings and I will once again be part of the freedom of flight.

Shannon R Killman