Heir To A Many Colored Coat

The life of experience, is so rich, so vivid, so many hued and kaleidoscopic...it walks in great glory, if even though, unknown to itself...it passes in light from the end of mystery, to enter the door of darkness in wonder, and only that which created this wonder, knows with any certainty at all, whither it go'est, or from whence it came.

Yet, we stand at the side of some, and question, in great awe, what we may become, or how this thing is done...we need not fret, for life and death and life, alone, will answer that...in due time...in due time, and then and until then, just play in life and dance of it...in glittered rags, a testament...thou drag thy parti colored cloak along, and never know the thing.

As naked as a child newborn, having no mind of discernment...being simply human, so profound...so twisted and so gifted, skating o'er the cracks of God's great deep, frozen in each moment, taken as a gift of prophecy, we plow on into history, unseeing in the greater scale, a deeper truth in things, yet this is all well, for we are children, and the rest will come.

Until the answers fitting puzzelment's are done, we wobble on our way...one world among the many, and yet, the very cradle, we, of angels pray, perceive not, in our infancy, those things which pass our way...in real majesty...we simply shrug, and go about another day in life, so seeming long, and spending darkness fearing that end time, that counterbalances our joy.

And even though I do, I hope...fear not, and that I try to live by, and I face the ghost's, my memories pass by...all sorrows on each holiday and mark my time, preparing for God's own surprise, for not all things are evident, or meant to be...known...some sanctums are the father's only, and seem wholly strange to prying eyes and ears of little ones...fret not...for that which you are meant, will be amply known...at some future date.


Written by Bruce James Clyde 2015

Art: Joseph's Coat Of Many Colors, by Yoram Raanan