Giant killers

Destiny doesn’t wait for the soft kiss of a promise; it is in the hands of those breaking beneath the weight of pursuit. They fight for dreams, fight so violently, with bloody knuckles and bruised muscles. I FIGHT FOR DREAMS. Despite this disharmony of some duped cadence trying to swing my heart beat to a foreign key; keep moving you warriors, remember who you are. We are the light on the horizon; bursting through nights cold grasp. We expose the evil and the wicked. We break down palaces that no one has ever seen.

Speak to the wind and tell it to carry your voice far, farther than your feet can go, farther than you can imagine.

I am a message in a bottle, cast into the ocean of the earth. I will stand proudly and proclaim THERE IS A WAY OUT. And I will stay shouting with the threat of arrows whistling overhead. I dare to dream, to tread, to take my destiny and force it make a way for me. I will take my heart and let it beat out a path where that way may not be wide enough for the girth of vision. Come fancy-dance with me, like fireflies mimicking stars. Faith is in my lungs, stretching, pushing heavily against everything on the inside. I have to grow to make room for it. We are children of Abraham, children of promise.

Let’s heal the world.

Creation is waiting for you, longing for you to be revealed. Not to the watchers set in the sky, but to yourself. You are more than you can imagine. You are a message in a bottle of flesh cast into the ocean of humanity. When you land on that shore, no matter what part of the world it is, burst open and shout loudly what is on the inside.

Don’t be defined by the cacophony of deluded wise men, thinking they are religious, but never knowing God. Rise up and defeat Goliath, step up and cry out. Let the whole world see, there is a man who can still fight. Let your bruised fist grasp that worn sling, swing it hard and let the one who wrote that message on your heart guide the stone.

There are giants that kill dreams, but there are dreams that kill giants.