Lamar Howell's Weblog

I raise the white flag to my Conqueror,

then yield to the undertow of his compelling waves of mercy

I oil the rusty hardware of my soul and

brace for the pipewrench of the Master Craftsman;

I place myself between the jaws of the universe’s Nutcracker,

and  jettison the burned-out rockets of self-will and self-reliance;

Finally, I release the smoking brake of my descent down the mountain of control.