It Is Written*

It is written seek - and you shall find knock, and door shall be opened to you. Words of divine authored power! Yet nowhere is it written these things. Be yours at slightest fickle request. That seeker shall receive them immediately. Though given in love still true merit must be earned to be fully known. Desire to know is program bred within. Sought as creation birthright without conscious perception. Envisioned fragile quest embryo, carried prudently, in formula formative childhood. Tempered if it is to be flame kindled through, smelting adulthood’s catalytic stages. Various potential doorways are found in many hallowed hallways. Knocked upon as we gain thresholds. So slowly, developmental understanding is distilled, until purpose is born. Fog and mist which hid high peaks is blown away, before warm breaths of illumination. Summit must stand supreme above all. Many paths appear possible through lowland bog. Though each step is committed with steady measured consideration, least stumbling step fatally breach hungry waiting mire. Caution demands a sure foot at cost of time safe foothold is forsaken at intruder’s peril. Selected careful handhold must be preserved to prevent pain of sudden fall. As weary tread firmly carries us above outdistanced plains. A determined effort superlatively endures to enigmatic end. Never tarries on precarious precipitate. Nor lingers idly when night or storm encroach. Only after a long well planned journey can climber attain to supreme apex. A fine wine savoured as rich reward. Exalted and drunk with the fullness of time. Copyright © Terence George Craddock