What do you know about chariots of glory? Have you seen them? Whey classical words appeal more when we know that there are driveless cars on the road? It is a sign, a symptom, of our past, a signature of our ancestors, a fingerprint of long journey that we’ve lived in our evolution.

What glories… not a philosopher, not a thinker, bot a person of faith, but simply a man? There’s an age of maturity, there’s a stage of maturity.

This is not a story of faith, but obedience. What do you obey as a man? Do you obey your culture, your faith, your society or your God? How do you know when your fellowship is on the track?

Today rarely speaks, and one life time is not enough to sort out all that’s to be sorted. You eventually break down and consign your fate, your future and your work to God.

I’ve seen a caring nun in every good man, woman, and child. When I feel alone and distorted, I’ve felt their ghosts backing me up. Forcing me to go on. The force that’s fiction serves only mind, the modern word for faith is drive. Driving forward.

A man’s drive takes him everywhere. Faith drive my words. In the chamber of judgement I may never be right, in the court of law I may never be truthful, but in the eyes of God, I’ll always be obedient.

Walking naked feet in the scorching desert, sands burning their feet, they saw themselves walking on the clouds, in the harshness of winter snow, they felt the warmth of the lamp light, drowning in the seas of misfortune they grew gills of faith, about to lose their grasp, hanging on the cliff, they learned to use their living wings.

walking in the storm and when the storm settled, they found the footprints of the traveler and their teeth rattled, only so far could they chase the tracks outside their towns, for outside their world, there were unkowns.

Don’t be slow to dig your own grave, in the land of adjustments, bury yourself and be brave, and wait for the reimbursements. Sleep six feet under, rise to the thunder, the days is soon, when skies will be put asunder.

Never let go off what you carry out, become a cave of truth, let the world live in the doubt. There will be enough for you in it for the rest of your journey, under the mountain of hope, you’ll live with them, you’ll find the lost light inside as the outside will tame.

The chariots of glory. Let it be an expression. Their wheels never touch the dirt, the horses that pull them, are really pulling the earth. The sun shines on the one side of the riders’ faces, and off they go then to their destined places.