Lying and staring up at the ceiling in a dark room, the moments are only few. The days were many, now minutes are precious. Found in comfort, the ease of the lifestyle diminished over time. More came and more was replaced to feed the passion and hunger. Never was the thirst quenched. Melancholy now penetrates the bones. The heart hardened over the years is numb to the sensitivity of the finer things in life. The time has come and what is to show is only in the natural, the temporal holding pattern of eventual dust and mire that dissipates. All seemed well just a few years ago. The acquaintances pleasured the fancies of mortal success. Now they are nowhere to be found. They are here, yet have no meaning. Loneliness dwells within the heart that has given itself away countless times to the harlots that merely possessed the lust of the flesh.
In the time of adversity, such as this moment, they all have turned and walked away. The riches of life were hoarded and saved. The covetousness of security outside of Him, in the superficial, has deceitfully crept into stealing the breath. The Helper greets again and this time is accepted. The awakening of guilt leaves remorse for a life that cannot be blamed on ignorance. No, the choice was made for a lesser prize – a gratifying lie. Entrance may be granted, or may not. The Judge will decide not on fate, but of life. What was clung is now lost, for the inner plea of only if it was lost from the start, is now an afterthought. Nothing is to be taken and even the relational intimacy with fellows was decidedly forfeited in the latter prequel. All that remains is the One, whom by grace has entered.