Footsteps Of Eternity

We  are at the footsteps of eternity. The travailing cries of the future  where our intended destiny awaits. Destiny is only a prelude to the  future but only if we leave the present paradigm of the “way” we think  or “how” we feel. The didactic paradigm of absolutes are what is at  stake. The dusty remnants of a forgotten land, a forgotten past. The  prelude to an amazing future where love for the Truth is foremost and  trumps the feelings and opinions we all hold so dear. 

Many will balk at its cry to know the difference between right or wrong, good or bad, the disenfranchised or remnant few. 

The  small wind that beckons around the bend away from the fray for who will  be there to stand with us even if our worldly plight is indeed  seemingly for naught? But is it? Can something say to another that it  never was when in fact it was the truth, the real fact? 

Or, when  do we wake up from our sleep and realize that this paradigm was indeed  not our true home but that home begins now in the confines of one’s  soul, away from the heart & mind where the kingdom is within.

The  friends are there as well as the family made of one who never say  farewell. They speak your language your core beliefs, where all is  looked at and understood in fine relief.

The rest portends to a real God-send too good to be true but yet is.

​And the rest that endures for rest within.

So,  even if no one else listens except for a tiny few, then let this  testimony stand in stark review to the many that there was one or two  who did dig through that giant rock pile looking for the gems and souls  of the few who understood this message who took the time in this  fleeting mode to take hold of something good, noble and true.
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—a remnant of the few—