When Had Of Always Prayed

At last it finally seemed that the minister had been gone there quite awhile. So

sudden in this his taking and also his manner of leaving safe to say almost as

one been added from the world. Had it been our God had said that he would

soon to put off this mortal form of clay. And safe to say you know he always

keeps his Word. If not then whats it for he said. The minister not the Lord of

course in this though you know it all too well that the Masters tongue in this

would tell. Not muzzled surely by what has passed so nearly. So his appearance

gathered much as soon coming clouds on the horizon safe to say much as fear

and hope that day. A portent looming something pending. Judgement gathered

as a storm only this perhaps and nothing more for his riding into town

something gathered all around. Something wandered possibly perchance of

even squandered. A gift so wasted useless even in all its times and seasons that

some others had of quite arose perhaps emboldened by the tale and should

have of themselves regale. After that fashion surely as some were wont much

unto their own destruction. A shipwreck of the life of souls that only God the

Father had of saved of those. Though what that Rock was for that he should

have need of any more. Contradiction surely to what had been said so nearly.

Though without the gates that were asundered what would have else of we of

rendered. So true a time that God himself divine. Ages squandered countless

hours from the world. A love in this divine that God would write within his heart

and mine. Memory probably of what had been felt so nearly. That God himself

would turn to dust and clay rewriting there in this the countless hours from our

time. Though fear perchance by what all we really knew. Nothing labored

holding down no hands around to bind or crown. Though had we wanted some

other than God himself so nearly. There in this despite for all we had or held or

knew there in this the Crown. Safety borne surety given amidst of these his

many brethren. All around to find despite the cross the Crown. Bearing upward

looking down. All that had been burned away left to sweat and dust and ash

and clay. Looking onward was not a choice it seemed a necessity must to them

that had been spared so thus of all thats left behind of all that springs to heart

and mind. Though when at last rode in – what had happened then is for only

God to tell or know or say. Though of course then most of all, himself had bore

the ages told of then the One the only Crowned before them all their bore he

had of told. Ages turned themselves there into gold much as the furnace want

to will both to work to do there yet again. The Reverend that we missing had of

come on in a-riding, not as much as expected were he as of hardly missing.

Fires far off dusky growing closer almost to the city. A smell of smoke within

something seethed settled there most of all that spoke of something ancient

old passed within the fires of gold. To have come in in this fashion had

of meant something half the matter surely, since from them none returned. At

least none to date so far. Not of course of though we witnessed something

heard of seen of there thus far. Perhaps one by chance had of still escaped

which half explained the state the town was in. Almost in a state of creation out

of nothing as though almost one of speaking something out of nothing and

forth from it someone came. Clothed in this the darkness the witness of the

Son. That had of been there all the time. The deepest even had of witnessed

how that there was none before it like it unto even. That even in this the depths

the age of time something halfway formed ages had of waited at the beckon of

the Son. To have half unbent it now was to have turned time around. Darkness

surely nothing more than merest whispers. Myself of which heard them still

there in this fainter by the day and fewer still were growing. Tale that had of

turned back from this there the hand of time half unbent to this the rhyme the

constant steady ticking muffled of the ever steady chime. That in this too small

a thing to bring to God, though of such a one as I what were I to know. A

traveler surely now staying at the tavern. His wife well, if truth be said was

hardly waiting. Imobilized inaction even. A picture perfect in much her

desolation. To her I would have went for guidance if I knew she waited

somewhere found. The waitress there no more had heard the song. Some half a

few there hidden years though to some it seemed much as though time itself

had moved. Perhaps at times I thought of something strange, a much younger

one than she out there dancing on the floor as for the crowds which would have

so adored. Much the same at times though greatly something changed. To say

that simply put was not nothing more the same. Maybe it was good in more

than ways than one for as I heard it the waitress had of quite the penchant for

getting into trouble. Maybe it was better there her God. The traveling minister

also had of whirled in all the while mostly absence explained in itself as

something strange. Necessitating at once there by his such of preaching an

absence at the churches. Someone there had even said he had of started

healing from the sickened few that came and there had of stayed. What was I to

know though, like unto the first of these now secluded in my room. Surely the

Masters business waiting had I only found it hardly though to some his day

there had of appearing of which some had of lost their sight of frankly. Much to

be told with the contentions of the city, the escort hidden waiting for to take

the nonsense from the halls, the pile of papers waiting unfinished for someones

hand to take and hold it much as we had of seen there once before. Surely not

as I remembered but there were others witnessed there. The scribes and from

them too the waiting of the bar. Perhaps to them too the time had of come a

song of the Masters steady waiting there lying hidden hardly in the hours. How

long there had it been but some days it seemed to them. The rest too there out

there wandering almost as though called in by half the death of such a one a

heady friend. How of course we known had not the campfire told its tale.