THE LAND OF OSMOSIS

From the troubled earth through the agonized sky spans a species of rare warriors. Their sustenance transformed from the carnal to the divine, they are now intercessors in the war for mankind. Feet clutching the earth as if to pull it up to the realm where dreams come true and answers flood the tired mind. Their directives come from That Place, That Father, and That King, who is bridling and saddling his mount caught up in a countdown to the final hour. In the meantime it is only they who can penetrate to seek and to find future fellow comrades: brothers in arms. Through the ruined places their fingers scrabble, searching. Fields of tired dreamers, jaded poets, deceived deceivers. Angry and lost, their saviors disgraced, they are left hanging, impaled on lies. And they are ripe for the harvest. And these bright ones are ignited, those who were once the same. Their futures assured and their presents occupied with lifting as many as will be saved.