From Purple Sage to Purple Rain

From Purple Sage to Purple Rain

You tried to turn my time at Purple Sage into Purple Rain—
clouding peace with confusion, whispering suspicion where there was none.
But even under a haze, rest is still rest, and peace is still peace.

Let me be clear: Moab, I’m not coming for you.
There is no agenda here, no threat, no conquest.
I’m simply passing through—resting for a moment, regathering strength,
while things elsewhere unravel on their own.

What others try to stir up through fear does not define reality.
What they attempt to control through narrative does not control truth.
Confusion is a tool of unrest—but it has no authority over peace.

I see change happening far beyond one place, one city, or one person.
This movement isn’t driven by me, nor stopped by anyone else.
The timing, the pace, the unfolding—it belongs to Yahuah alone.

So let the noise pass like rain.
Let the clouds break in their own time.
Peace doesn’t need permission to exist,
and truth doesn’t need defense when it stands on its own.

I’m resting.
I’m observing.
And I trust the One who governs it all.