FollowThrough
I run along the street vendors and colorful wares in the rickety streets, swiftly turning into one of the darker alleys of the fearless city, searching for the beacon. Finding it, I realize I am one step closer to the man I am looking for - a dealer in the most feared and banned things in this land - Words.
The sniper was lining up for the kill. The clever trap the feds laid out for him wouldn't work. He killed because he got paid, and they were interfering with business. He pulled the trigger with no doubt in his mind that he had bested him. What he didn't see was the agent silently moving towards him...
You would think a gentleman would be kind or chivalrous. Well, he was the opposite. He didn't know how to talk to anyone, obviously, otherwise he wouldn't have insulted all he talked to within the first 2 words. Whoever this dude was, rich or not, he is one of those people that, as Solomon said, is a servant in fine clothes on the back of a horse, while the real kings are on foot in rags.
They performed a routine perimeter check as they waited outside for something to happen: they know not what. A cryptic and anonymous call for action in troubled times and an address is all they were given. They have no idea if this could be a trap or a diversion, or if someone knew something that needed to be said and there was a just method to this madness.
The transmission was shot, the car stuck in the middle of the rough gravel road, a forest surrounding its sides. Her smart phone had no signal, and the city was miles away. But in the near distance there was smoke rising, perhaps from a cabin's chimney. Better get to walking, thought Hazel.
The deep space transmission was lost. After hours trying to decipher an encrypted message(or at least it looked encrypted), the static making every symbol barely intelligible, suddenly the signal was gone.
I catapult myself out of my fears, out of my failures. But I need the strength of the One (Jesus) to just keep living on.
One could go on forever about what's ahead and all the uncertainties of life, but it is useless. Live your life for others and make a good future, because no matter how hard you try you can't be absolutely sure of everything that is ahead.
What times are ahead I cannot be sure
And will never truly know
the prophesies will surely prove true
But how I do not know
I must learn
to keep the future ahead
And live, acknowledging my responsibilities,
In the present,
and make that future better for many.
You wish for childhood,
The bold and the true,
You mainly wish for the freedom of 'don't do'
You wish for the days when you
Had an excuse to be
Without Responsibility.
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