May 20th, 2010 by Hoopleton

Divine digits graze over the backbone, pushing, probing, breaking down defenses till only the will to obey remains. And here we sit. Destitute. Inert. Unmoving. Stuck in fate. The future draped in uncertainty.

An undiscovered country lies just over the horizon, or so I’ve been told, and from here to there so many small steps. Too many small steps. Progress, the very idea of it seems comical.

But there’s forward momentum. But we are pushing on. Into blessed hope. So much hope that we sink to our knees, hands raised to the heavens.

All there is to say is God speed. Good journey. Be safe.