free write pt2

Why is it when we try to express our emotions, something inside of us grips
us with a fear only those possessed should know? For some odd reason, it
merely raises its head at the seemingly most inauspicious of times, where
the heart is fluttering, the breath short, the palms far from dry, the
attitude daring at best – but that is where it starts. From humble
beginnings do the most important of ideas occur. While this does not cease
to amaze our oh so simple intelligences, it fails to bring to the forefront
what the origin of this truly is.
It is not simply the description of what man can say he has accomplished,
but one which must be sought after, when all inspiration has failed, to
merely take a step back and glance at your surroundings. You are not just a
simple being. You are made in the image of the most powerful being ever
existed. That is not merely a small feat – in comparison, the ashes of
London would seem like the fires of a grill. The mere thought of a being so
powerful, so omnipotent, so indescribable is simply non-existent.
From the ashes of trial does the true fruit of our labor choose to reveal
itself. There is no more thought or logic concerned with the daily balance.
There is no firm footing to be had. We are to simply put our faith in the
One to be trusted and do just that. Give everything totally up for the
eventual process which is to take place.
Not only are we friends, we are kin. The bond we share goes far beyond the
silly boundaries of biology – which is a crude imitation of the infinitely
deep complexities we are to share in this game we call life. Our
relationship is that of a stranger, yet one of a total confidant. We know
not each others' habits or customs. We are simply here on this planet to
fulfill the desires of the One which has created us in the likeness of His
image. This is no simple exit exam – for what we do in life echoes in
eternity. Consequences are to be simply forgotten? Are we to merely look
the other way when calamity is set to strike? To live the life of bliss and
ignorance when others are eking a life so miserable it would make the life
of the cursed seem to be that of the Utopian? This is merely an idea to be
thrown about on the whims of a divine being, one where the familiarities
cease to exist, and the unknown is to be your intimate.