Missional Scapes

Congruence 

Slipping through the fingers too faulty to string them along

Neon lights saved us on frozen nights 

Tasted nuances that would have let us know and be known

Luxury beads of wisdom sing in reverberance 

Promises and keep sakes for heaven's sake embrace the daily esteem

All this time the slope inclining the temporal cognitive throughs

All this life waiting for upper echelon to make its move above the waves of floating hopes

Severance in advance the fragrance of the plotting scopes

Changes in habits, caving from panic, trust that is barely broke

Weighted among cavities that nearly collapse the ghost we were fleet and steer on tracks that bind

Congruent place holders fall through the windows we barely keep pressed

Giving up the molds, and exemplifying roles modeled too late

Sinking upward

Numbing touches from distant signals