“Fifty-six thousand cars a day”
Each with person or persons totally precious to a Heavenly Father... Waiting to adopt them
“Fifty-six thousand a day”
Galilean fisherman called to fish for incalculably valuable humans
“Fifty-six thousand a day”
First glance evokes unprepared response silent or spoken. Yes! --- it belongs there on the sloping hill--- like a rock outcropping--- or a grove of fall aspen
“Fifty-six thousand a day”
Yes! --- even the colors are quietly startling at first. --- Not unlike a defiant tuft of wildflowers. Goldens--- browns--- dancing in the wind
II
“Fifty-six thousand cars a day”
One is compelled to a second glance which quickly becomes a stare---. “Bold Cubes”--- “Sharp Angles” become one splash of art
Crisp, cutting yet clean--- and puzzling to the pioneers! “More than modern” Jewel maker diamond cut lines--- “Starship” poised for galactic cruise. Cacophony of architectural rhythms becoming a merged melody--- all journeying to childhood
“Fifty-six thousand a day”
Slender dagger like an unfinished strange cross
is it a cross--- not proud--- standing straight--- erect like a million on empty churches
Entirely too slender it leans begging for steel support--- or a shoulder. Defining softly, eloquently like a flute in the midst of crashing symbols--- a church for the unchurched--- daring to celebrate differences
“Fifty-six thousand cars”
Unfinished--- a cross--- “softly” in our face--- that whispers refusing to forget those who still bear crosses
Pain--- homeless--- anger--- loneliness--- starving children. --- Always we will now hear him whisper “Come take up your cross and follow me.”
We will not study history we will make history
Each with person or persons totally precious to a Heavenly Father... Waiting to adopt them
“Fifty-six thousand a day”
Galilean fisherman called to fish for incalculably valuable humans
“Fifty-six thousand a day”
First glance evokes unprepared response silent or spoken. Yes! --- it belongs there on the sloping hill--- like a rock outcropping--- or a grove of fall aspen
“Fifty-six thousand a day”
Yes! --- even the colors are quietly startling at first. --- Not unlike a defiant tuft of wildflowers. Goldens--- browns--- dancing in the wind
II
“Fifty-six thousand cars a day”
One is compelled to a second glance which quickly becomes a stare---. “Bold Cubes”--- “Sharp Angles” become one splash of art
Crisp, cutting yet clean--- and puzzling to the pioneers! “More than modern” Jewel maker diamond cut lines--- “Starship” poised for galactic cruise. Cacophony of architectural rhythms becoming a merged melody--- all journeying to childhood
“Fifty-six thousand a day”
Slender dagger like an unfinished strange cross
is it a cross--- not proud--- standing straight--- erect like a million on empty churches
Entirely too slender it leans begging for steel support--- or a shoulder. Defining softly, eloquently like a flute in the midst of crashing symbols--- a church for the unchurched--- daring to celebrate differences
“Fifty-six thousand cars”
Unfinished--- a cross--- “softly” in our face--- that whispers refusing to forget those who still bear crosses
Pain--- homeless--- anger--- loneliness--- starving children. --- Always we will now hear him whisper “Come take up your cross and follow me.”
We will not study history we will make history
Caleb
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