The Sound of Silent Thunder

Immeasurable innocence is perplexing to the fool's mind.
The contemplation of satisfactory performance in a charade that proves itself all too worthy.
Yet, in the stillness of a delicate winter night,
I subject myself to an otherwise misfortune...
The wisdom of an obsolete mind.
When the fantasies of a crazed mind blend in symphonic harmony of absolute perfection,
There shall misfortune have its day with providence.
My woes, my distractions.
Though seemingly inescapable,
Are nothing to the truth that resides.
Some day,
Beauty.
Majesty.
Contemplation will have run its course and precedent will have its day.
Knowledge shall fade.
Wisdom shall reign.
I shall humbly bow before the ineffable throne of mercy.
In my attempts,
In my prevails,
What matters most shall come to pass.
The passing of time is an illusion to the mind trapped within it.

Selah.