Unusual inspiration

A view of one of the breathtaking harbors on the south shore of my province Nova Scotia

 

   Unusual inspiration experienced late at night while drinking Crown Royal in a chatroom

Donald5555 There is a lot of love, not right here, but there is, although it's not perfectly experienced without contamination, though it comes in anger, with shifting demonstrations of trust, emotions that aren't controlled, morals that aren't guided, yet the heart when it loves experiences love and this is powerful no matter how flawed we are.

Donald5555 As I exist on this cantankerous world full of cantankerous people who frequently scoff at my relevancy and importance, which is the story of my life, I'm continuously rejected, overlooked, misunderstood, hated, yet there is meaning here, people often don't recognize it, but it's real; we matter to who waits in the mysterious unknown, our hearts matter.

Donald5555 I love God he's my only friend, and I was about to say "in a way I'm glad he is my only friend" but I stopped from saying this because I'm not just glad he is my only friend "in a way" I'm glad he is my friend completely no matter what the circumstances. I'm sorry but once God reveals his fairness to you, and the hope and eternal future he offers us all, friendship with people with their imperfect flawed meanness loses much of its importance.

 Donald5555 There is a lot we haven't seen, a lot we don't understand, and we misunderstand what we think we know in a place no one has mapped, or ventured beyond, somewhere amid the unknown, and yet we remain hostile to every imperfect error we consider ourselves above.

 Donald5555 In the aftermath of todays hate and evil, when vengeance and war's justification lie buried beneath the soil of the murderer, dictator, and unjust persons grave; when all that's left of the days forgotten kindness is the retreating sun, the moon's faint rising image, leaves trembling in the shadows of the breeze, it will soon no doubt be time for life's hidden wisdom to speak.

 Donald5555 To stand in the unknown, look around, estimate ones coordinates, surroundings, and to recognize honestly none of us has the faintest idea about anything; to then ask histories voices what they think we're part of, what here is, while daring to think for oneself freely, and to not listen so willingly, to admit that perhaps instead the unknown behind us and before us remains riddled with possibilities.