What they think they see.

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Sometimes, I think, there are those who believe what they see is plainly what is presented.  They have no idea.  Their eyes are of this world.  They miss the rest.  I could tell them, but... then... I have.  Haven't I.  Belief takes it's own paths.  Even what they see, in simple ways, isn't what it seems.

Oh... what they really hope isn't true?  Possibly.  I say it is.  Or... parts of it.  Not... whole, or all of it, or quite exactly right, fully.  Just... close enough.

You would think, after all they have tried, they would believe.

In this, they make "me" seem impatient.  After such terrible things, right

and wrong?  I just... would rather not do more?  Not... until choices are all the way gone.  It may be coming to that point.  Shadows only hide evil for so long.  While God suggested, to me, directly, that death is not preferred.  He, too, knows, death is as much a part of it, and me, called and certainly before, as patience, creation, and love are for Him.  He called for a reason.

Amen.