The flower or the feint

Jan 5 2008

Joel Akin

The world is coming to an end. I see it everywhere. No one wants it but no one says no to it. I fight it in prayer. I pray for it to end. Only I pray for people to take notice.

 We live in a world so dark no one cares. I fight it and I pray for it. I don't want the people to die but I don't want this world to go on.

 Who among you cares? I think of a world gone. One left behind. For in the world of yesterday at least there seemed to be a purpose.

 Around me I see people throwing away. I see people who care with thought. I see people who reach through with thing of life. Only in the carry case is a dead switch. People press it and vanish. They carry the sea to the lee of life and they build a tree called life.

 The world is filling with hope and Hope is the key. Only the sea is the bee of sorrow. The sea is like the bee which is also vanishing away. I have tried to write about it. But no one says anything. I guess no one cares.

The battle is one of prayer. I fight with you who are here. I fight to be heard. All I want is for God to hear. I know He does. I mean to hear with answer. To hear so that people will say "Ah, prayer works." Only I know prayer works. I know God listens. I know God is with me. It is just the struggle of it is like a prayer bounce.

 The bounce is like a bee and the bee is like a tree. God is not afraid of sin or evil. He is not afraid of the bee being lost. He is not afraid of those things. Even if they come to pass God has an answer. He knows I know this but I need to hear it. I need to be encouraged. I need life.

 So if I know it why ask? I think the answer is one of life. Why eat or drink? The answer is one of joy. Joy is the answer to the sea and to the lee and the tree. Only if I can't have Joy I find I get frustrated. I find I want to quit. I find I want to leave.

The battle is up to the God of all things. He is not going to faint or fail. He is going to help. He is going to see. He is going to change the way life treats and fields me down to the brackets. I feel what I see but I know God is where He is meant to be.

 The battle for money is to have a home. God has one for me in the battle. He is not going to change the tone of it until I have been hit hard by time. That means I will be hit by a spirit of time and will be hit by it in the sense of life.

 Time is the spirit which is loose on earth. It is the loose nature which keeps me from being filled with hope. It is the loose side which is the bee which is vanishing. The bee carries to the lee of the flower only no one is there to carry it. So the bee dies.

 The bee is the spirit of life and the life of men and if it were to fashion a noose it would see the world in flower and in shade of day. The night shade is the flower which works magic on the will of man. The night shade is the spirit which gives life. Only too much and it shouts down "I have failed" and it goes to sleep in the will of time.

 The bill is the will of life and God is with me in the season of time.

 It is God who is with me in the wee hour of the night when I can't sleep. It is God who carries me. It is God who sustains me. It is God.

 God is not going to take the way out by listening without acting or letting things go. He is going to heal the bitter flow which tests me. I test it but I can't stop all. I have fainted only a little but I have sought God for all things. And so I lay it upon the heart of the Lord to fix what I cannot.