secret plans

it’s the small, secret things that make a life.

the hidden actions between you and your creator that you don’t regret, but rather forget, immediately, because there was no wrongdoing, only pure motive, that will be remembered out loud, from the rooftops, on that day.

i’m sick of social media and its law of diminishing returns and its hollow desperation to keep me looking with babies and cats and reunions of people taken away by war.

i’m tired of my inability to put it down or pay attention to my sore neck.

i’m done wasting time.

for today anyway.

but today is all we have. today’s today and tomorrow’s. the day after that and so on and so forth and forevermore.


now all has been heard, here is the conclusion of the matter:
fear god and keep the commandments,
for this is the whole duty of humans.
for god will bring every deed into judgment, including every hidden thing,
whether it is good or evil. – ecclesiastes 12:13-14

the hidden things will be judged. good and evil.

my hidden heart, my hidden actions, my hidden words.

could it be that what is hidden about a person is the most important part of them? the part that god cares about? the part that truly defines them?

in a time that demands fame i think what we actually crave is flowers. flowers that are here today and gone tomorrow.

god is hidden.

and so is god’s work.

flowers never seen by anyone more beautiful than any icon on the screen.

may my day, my life, be like a well watered garden never seen by the eyes of men.

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