You begin to compile a catechism
on the inevitability of change
having been blown away by the wind farm
the blades out-of-sync
shadowing the land
carrying pilgrims though a labyrinth of time
whimsically, as if nothing else mattered,
and, for that matter, nothing else did.
She’s bankrolling his latest venture.
So that’s that, and that.
Wrap up your bleating heart
return to the batting cage
practice your swing.
The expert's 10,000 hours, yes?
Of course, even those in the nosebleed section
will be able to read your face
time-stamped with now.
There have been others, gesticulating, pupils dilated,
lines out-of-focus, shedding intimacies.
Who made us?
God made us.
Why did God make us?
God made us to show forth His goodness and to share
with us His everlasting happiness in heaven.
What must we do to gain the happiness of heaven?
To gain the happiness of heaven we must know, love, and
serve God in this world.
You drag your feet through a maze of trials
leaving a trail of bread crumbs.
You know this, and you trust this?
Do not fall victim to distraction.
Wait a moment. Let me read your file.
Falls victim to distraction.
Happenstance.
Pointing and flushing.
Characteristic of the breed.
But do you believe in change?
And second chances?
Fear eats the soul.
A 1974 West German film.
Regurgitating an anthem will take you to the next checkpoint,
an affair of the heart
as comforting as down.
You can see the light at the end.
It's there, trust me.
Again? Give me a moment, will you please?
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| Robert and Shana ParkeHarrison |