S. D. Kilmer's Existential Life

As if thrown here from the sky. No one knows the reason why. We woke in a stranger's arms. Not knowing of the future harm. Like a cog in the machine. No truth nor anything clean. We ended up in the system. Assimilated and stratified; nothing winsome. We became the creators' trash. Given up gladly to some barren ones for cash. Knowing nothing about ourselves. Like a pinocchio on the shelf. But not so eager to get involved. There was no place in society for us. We were told in good time, we will evolve. Into the image of some artificial state. In the likeness of the child they couldn't make. Alone, isolated, we couldn't cry. We didn't know what we didn't know and why. Years have past. The four parent figures had passed. And we struggle in search of support. Our social class sealed by a court. All we feel, how we don't belong. To our friends not like us, we appear strong. Far from it! As far as the truth has been kept from us. Life is lonely, tough.

Climb the mountain of your hope. Don't look back down the slope. Walk with us, we are Ecclēsia. Your existence will be easier. Take the long and winding road. On the way, drop all your emotional load. You are sorry for the things you lack. Now, you know there's no turning back. The Son has Risen for all time. Taste Him through bread and wine. He strengthens your soul and heart. Re-creating you as from the start. You go on even higher, He's paid the price. I'll stay here, on this Mountain called Paradise. I'm not worthy I can't get near. Where you are going in His Presence so Dear. You should see the view from here. All the past no longer lasts. And all the things I did, I fear. Has been taken off my head. By Grace, salvation given instead. Climb the mountain of your faith. Don't look back, you're headed to a better place. From above this mountain you will go. Marvelous things you will know. Your existence, a new way to Be. Once you've arrived, you&