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So I prophesied as I was commanded: and as I prophesied, there was a noise, and behold a shaking, and the bones came together, bone to his bone.--from the Book of Ezekiel, Chapter 37
There's a man walking La Brea Blvd. who might as well be an Old Testament prophet. His skin is rough and dirty, his hair is crusted over, his pants tied with a rough rope. His toes poke through what look like leather slippers, and he's looking upward, his mouth agape. Also, there's a purple-haired black woman with a Christmas lit halo walking behind him, her eyes on his back. She might as well be an angel. I'm gripping the steering wheel with my hands, tipped with jagged nails and sprinkled with age spots, an old scar from a fifty year old dog bite a divot on the top of the right one. I might as well keep going, Driving, that is.
so saith the Lord
Maybe there are angels. Maybe you saw one today. Maybe you have one too.
ReplyDeleteSo saith the Mary.
And your eyes are opened so that you may see. xo
ReplyDeleteSometimes it's hard to keep going.
ReplyDeleteMay you find the strength to keep going. We all might as well be and do something Positive, in spite of the obstacles that hinder us in Negative ways!
ReplyDeleteI love how you notice your world. Maybe those two were angels indeed, and they were there for you.
ReplyDeleteI often wonder how people living on the streets with mental illness or drug problems manage to keep on going. A terrible fate that could be avoided if we just lived in a more gentle and compassionate society.
ReplyDeleteThe scope of human lives goes beyond our small concepts of understanding. Observing is the first step.
ReplyDeletehere, here
DeleteThus saith the lawd....
ReplyDeleteThere are angels, mystics and prophecy among us. Bless your age spots and ragged nails.
Love, Beth
As my old friend Mike used to say, "Keep on keepin' on!"
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