Capturing All There Is – Closing Thoughts

Greetings Dear Reader,

There are so many things that require discipline and commitment.   They require attention and work to maintain.  Whether it is thoughts, words, or actions thing must be done with deliberation.  

If I am to capture all there is then I must master my thoughts.  I must bring them into captivity so that I do not engage in faithless ponderings.   I need to see that as my Grandfather used to say, “What’s down in the well is what comes up in the bucket.”

I choose what I allow in the well.  Others will attempt to poison its waters.  Others will try to say that there is nothing there to begin with.  The Father has filled the well with things he wishes to be there.  I must assure that I add only good pure things to it. 

Thoughts become words and actions.  We are told to capture every thought so that we do not say and do things that are unwise.  The proactive approach seems to be to master the thoughts that are good and holy.  It seems that if I continue to train my mind to think well then I will be able to speak and do well. 

This does not mean that there will not be negative thoughts and feelings.  It means I must deal with them honestly.  It means that I must assure that I do not let how I feel control my thoughts, words, or actions.   I must accept what my heart says remembering that it is sometime desperately wicked and deceitful.   By deliberating before speaking or acting I can assure that the poison does not spread. 

If I am to capture all there is then I must obediently follow; so much the better if I can do so in the company of others.

Nexus – Dan Fogelberg

Across the vein of night there cuts a path of searing light

Burning like a beacon on the edges of our sight

At the point of total darkness and the lights divine, divide

A soul can let its shadow stretch and land on either side, either side

And balanced on the precipice, the moment must reveal

Naked in the face of time our race within the wheel

As we hang beneath the heavens and we hover over hell

Our hearts become the instruments we learn to play so well

So wealthy the spirit that knows its own flight

Stealthy the hunter who slays his own fright

Blessed the traveler who journeys the length of the light

Outside the pull of gravity beyond the spectral veil

Within our careful reasoning we search to no avail

For the constant in the chaos for the fulcrum in the void

Following a destiny our steps cannot avoid

Across the vein of night there cuts a path of searing light

Burning like a beacon on the edges of our sight

At the point of total darkness and the lights divine, divide

A soul can let its shadow stretch and land on either side

Wealthy the spirit that knows its own flight

Stealthy the hunter who slays his own fright

Blessed the traveler who journeys the length of the light

In a spiral never-ending are we drawn towards the source

Spinning at the mercy of an unrelenting force

So we stare into the emptiness and fall beneath the weight

Circling the Nexus in a fevered dance with fate

Wealthy the spirit that knows its own flight

Stealthy the hunter who slays his own fright

Blessed the traveler who journeys the length of the light

Wishing you joy in the journey,

Aramis Thorn

Mat 13:52 So Jesus said to them, "That is why every writer who has become a disciple of Christ’s rule of the universe is like a home owner. He liberally hands out new and old things from his great treasure store.”

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