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Sometimes we find the equality of loving Christ abstract. For our heartfelt prayers are resounded in triumph as a maze resembling our minds and their inaugural platitude making prayer with Christ abstract. On the horizon we predict goodness and blight to overcome our sadness for it is truly in the distance, never ours to touch or our hearts to hear, but we can learn from its chivalry. In looking out we yearn to know its place like a Rothko in transcendence, making a home in you and me. We are but human and that is abstract enough to get to know. So, the equal hierarchy goes on making shapes in our minds.

This equality is hierarchical otherwise it would not be abstract to the heart and mind. Like heaven kept and held by a belief in its existence, our outer knowing of conscious spirit persists. The lesson known is we do not know what will happen next and that can be unnerving until we focus the heart on goodness and resplendence. Greeting and meeting in the correct manner waving a perfect hand on arrival; making sweet music and playing our guitar until we can play no more. We are the child of God hoping and praying there are others who feel the same.

We are inevitably lost and broken like a record plummeting on the gramophone and making us cursive of the event. Where are the nuptials to coerce our marriage guidance lessons and to find the player we really need? We are but subverted towards Bethlehem at this time of year, making us jaunty and naughty – giving and receiving to redress the balance.

When are ladies, ladies and so, gentlemen must show them the way? And make them feel at ease in their skin. A cornucopia of dreams is a mind of abstract qualities. Do we all aspire to unfathomable heights. We are just like us, because that is who we are, and we should not be to blame for how our lives pan out. We are all growing and being nurtured, in turn making hay at the twist of a new dance.

Forthcoming prayers will have us in demise when we realise how much suffering there is in the world and how the abstract re-balances the ongoing future of such hierarchy. We cannot afford each other’s prognosis to have more and more comfort in times of trouble, making us like flanks on the billiard table, taking the bite and on occasion biting back.

Here we are now, lost in a sea of childish prose, making us better parents; better everything, to anoint each other in a holy name. If only we felt normal and not dogged, rinsed and flustered of all the ongoing marauding that can only end with a good abstract artwork in tow of all the other abstract thoughts we have and will go on having – to be and not to be expressed depending on our discretion.

Love

AB/MB xx