Ash of 100 Cats Ch. 6
He was too busy rough housing with Matthew in the back of the car to notice how his father’s fingers were wrapped around the steering wheel as if he was imagining it to be someone he loathed and was trying to choke the life out of them. His knuckles were painted white and his dull finger nails were pressing into the leather with such force that it would, without a doubt, forever leave a mark. Neither brother was wearing their seatbelts, total faith that nothing bad would happen prompted them to be fearless as the thunder storm raged outside.
They were having too much fun putting each other in headlocks and digging their knuckles into the other’s head, laughing too hard, too loudly, to hear their mother insist that their father pull over and wait out the storm. He didn't listen and continued to drive down the highway.
It would only take two more hours of driving before they arrived back home. Matthew had just put Alfred into another headlock when all of a sudden a sick fe
Alfred couldn’t keep the excited grin off of his face as he was led around the air field. There was nothing different about this one to any other air field and yet it was still special because a plane of his own, his very first one, was sitting out here waiting for him.
Finally his guide stopped in front of an f-35. The beautiful gray plane sparkled in the sunlight, a cloud drifted by and made the sunlight bounce off of the canopy and Alfred swore it looked like the plane was smiling at him.
“Well, here’s your jet, Captain Jones. Isn’t he beautiful?” His guide said. Alfred turned to him with a confused expression.
“He?” he asked.
“Yep,” The guide then started to climb up the side of the jet and opened the canopy. “Come here, I’ll show you what I mean,” Alfred followed him up and peered into the cockpit. The inside was cleaned spotless and everything seemed to shine. The guild reached in and gently tapped
Your Holy FruitYour Holy Fruit
Like the life of a tree, those given to Thee
Obverabundant, our harvest in pounds
Vexations we flee, and planted yet free
Expectant of nothing, cast crowns
Jammed as a paste, we fill up this waste
On the earth, we are all told to "take"
Yes, it looks great, though so tempting, its fake
Perishable but ok to taste
Ever around, this other fruit abounds
Adopted in so many bushels
Carefully look, in your life always found
Except Firefruit, that One that prunes Cush cells
Pay close attention and take intervention.
Away with the hunger inside
Take and give mention, to the One past Ascension,
Inside us this Fire still abides.
Eat of the Life, The Truth put in words
Not rotten, as lies of this Gourd.
Carry no strife, to keep is absurd
Enjoy and just wait on the Lord
Keep His Commands and grow in His strength
In this, the pain w