A Synopsis of Symphony

An introductory is legendary based of the contents of the text and selective language chosen to deliver such grand speech. For anyone whom ever wanted to make a verbal impact has also began with some form of brief summarization to develop their character and premise. One can assume it will either be a masterpiece of brilliance and prolix poetry or another piece of history, the type that is long forgotten by the time next week's newspaper is released.

I am conceived of neither conception. For I am neither poetry eclipsed in brilliance or yesterday's story. For today, I am this story, and it's all but long forgotten history. Without further anticipation, let me invite you into the home of my imagination. Please, remove your shoes at the entrance because my cerebellum in stainable.

By the brief prior paragraph summarized of myself, preluding to the original introductory, you've probably wondered why you've wasted two minutes in a state of confusion of who I am. This is where I offer my services of helping you move out of said state and into a state of wonder and amazement. At least, that is the hope.

My name is Randy Ragan. I am a man, I am a poet, I am redeemed, and I am a mess. My being is wrapped in a frail humanity that bears recognition and repair. I have a Savior that is known as "Lord" and "Master", which these are the names I call Him by. I have a story, as we all do. Our stories never repeat themselves, because the chapters turn into eternity and there is no room for repetition. Our stories are often alike but never entirely duplicate themselves, because each individual story holds a certain uniqueness, just as the rest.

My story has been in the making for eighteen years. Written by the author of our hearts, He has taken my story and turned the brittle sadness into a best-seller. As each second escapes our clocks, another paragraph is written, and waiting to unfold. It's both beauty and a curse. Beauty in the fact that we know He is to bring us a hope and a future. A curse in the fact that we will be dismantled along the way.

As I sit and watch the sky each day, I await for my Father to turn the page on tomorrow. God knows, tomorrow is another opportunity to draw nearer to a heavenly existence that holds the book of our eternity in His hands.

I look forward to Him reading it to me as each day passes.