I Had a dream one day:
Like a game they start to play,
from birth to death
events come round filling the life’s breadth.
They come and wherever they board, could play woe.
They happen…and then, there they go.
Leaving you in a different state than you’d start
unavoidably you are a part.
For a little while life goes on indefinitely,
just until another event comes most definitely.
Our only choice is what to wear.
Exercised in between each round.
Through your dice, choose to lay or prepare,
but what you’ll wear, will be your guard.
That’s your source each round on the board…
Along with each round Event,
a blazing furnace fire sweeps through unrelenting.
Scorching and burning everything!
Nothing lasting, all burn away dissipating.
Such come the Event’s ending.
Hither outside the event
our naked souls are clothed again
further strengthened or further bent.
Nothing had last…
except the silver
purified by the fiery blast.
(His word will never end; Ps. 12:7)
Between events I searched for silver.
With every silver I found,
I put on for every round…
The more life I felt after every run
the more of His glory glaze all around.
To not prepare and search is too great a risk
the only time we have is in between eventing.
Predictable only in its assured coming.
