“The vapours of the Earth are of concern to man.
The vapours of the Earth are of concern to God.
The vapours of the Earth form the breath of man,
form the breath of animals,
form the breath of all that have the gift of life.
The vapours of the Earth rest upon the Earth.
The vapours of the Earth are stable within bounds.
The vapours of the Earth do not vie to escape,
do not vie to compensate,
do not vie to extend a zone.
The vapours of the Earth is a dress within a wardrobe,
a dress that is daily worn,
a dress that fits tightly,
that restricts freedom of movement,
that hinders full production.
The vapours of the Earth are added to by man,
are not subtracted from by man.
The vapours of the Earth have their stability under threat.
The vapours of the Earth depend on the pathways of the seas,
on the pathways of the rain,
on the winds of change.
The vapours of the Earth depend on the candles of The Lord.
The vapours of the Earth depend on the canopies of the Earth,
on the depletion of resources long buried beneath the earth,
on the labouring of the tools of man.
The vapours of the Earth no longer tend the purity of covering that falls upon the Earth.
The vapours of the Earth bring oscillations of variance.
The vapours of the Earth notice the shrinkage in the dress of covering that removes a balance of a surplus.
The vapours of the Earth regard,
the changes in the visage of the Earth –
the dressage of the Earth –
the wardrobe of the Earth.
The wardrobe of the Earth hangs dresses of differing sizes,
hangs dresses that may be changed depending on the Son,
depending on the need,
depending on the day.
The wardrobe of the Earth has dresses of a size that should not be needed,
of sizes that can only burst at the seams.
The wardrobe of the Earth pants and does not shiver,
has its doors flapping open,
has dresses for selection that hang in need of repair –
dresses that are torn –
dresses that are damaged –
dresses that are crumpled –
so their domes no longer fit the anchor points of Earth.
The wisdom of man is yet to be seen in concerted action.
The wisdom of man is evident as slash and burn,
as hack and hoe,
as net and plunder.
The wisdom of man is yet,
in his dominion,
to return to the ancient shepherd’s love that would sustain both the flock and the pasture whereon they need to graze.
The wisdom of God may yet be taught to the men of the north.
The men of the north have long ago descended on the Earth with intent to violate and pillage,
to bring into,
to keep within,
the bounds of subservience in their quest for expansion of their spheres of influence.
The men of the north are now over all the Earth in their pursuit of the wealth of man.
The men of the north continue on their ways.
The men of the north are devious in their ways,
have caused distress to peoples of nobility,
have sown seeds of destruction in peoples far and wide.
The men of the north did not bring happiness as their companion.
The men of the north brought enslavement to time and labour for a pittance.
The men of the north stand atop their mountains and frown on others as they climb,
discourage with a kick,
block the pathways as they climb.
The men of the north guard their wealth with a ruthlessness that beggars other men.
The men of the north are under the eye of the God of Nations,
are under the imprint of The Spirit,
are under the call of God to their souls.
The God of their forbears,
The God who was there when they launched upon their journeys,
The God who remembers well the prayers that were uttered,
by tongues at departure,
by tongues upon arrival,
holds the families of inheritance responsible for their actions –
the actions that now oscillate the vapours of the Earth and cause the wardrobe’s doors to flap.”