Thoughts Lost Along The Way

droplets, grains, or glimpses -
Thoughts untold,
feelings not showed.
Grippingly waiting for some things to unfold...
Patience.
Heaven pictured possible right here.
How near we are to the light.
Not meaning death,
rather love without reason to fear.
Please never mind momentary,
mental solitude.
Learn to greet the sideline position with gratitude.
Cosmo science terminology translates a decrease in a stars' magnitude
as an increase in its brightness.
No self-righteous,
just tell how it is without claiming status.
Because silver lines of dark clouds are merely windows to the Light behind them.
Able to be by maintaining God's given essence of purity.
Minority.
Stubborn others not empty, but ignorantly seek fulfillment
through monopolizing matters created for all beings.
Masses. Full of it.
Then forced by winds or moved by passion
they will burst from clashing, one another.
And rain divine law applications.
Putting out the flames that sparked to burn ugly reality pages.
No fires in attempts to deny,
but satisfy by transforming through destroying
with beautiful aroma the useless into useful ashes.
Necessary also for maintaining heat in the cold shades that cumulonimbus clouds make.
Then together
the shades and the flames will fade
giving space for suns to shine warmly on everyone.
Divine success, expect nothing less.
Be your best,
as running water does ensure purity,
reflect and flow simultaneously.