They make decisions
In a vacuum
They laugh all the days
Among the vegetables
At the Farmer's Market
They squeeze the melons
And declare them too ripe
They go home
To squalor
And revel in it
To be acquainted
With the ramblings of a madman
Is not too far apart
Than sitting at a dinner table
For one
Does Abraham yet live?
Was he brought forth
From the dust
To taste life yet again
How about Israel and Jacob?
Was just a moment ago
Wasn't it?
When all seemed out of place
Who can say
It was or wasn't
Not so much either way
But somewhere in between
Must be a revelation
Personal disaster lurks
Around every corner
Waiting to pounce
On both guilty
And innocent
Awareness of something deeper
Beyond the everyday cares
Born anew
Into a world
Of falling expectations
Seeking solace
You find none
Walking quickly
Away from the sun
Descending from on high
The one who creates us all
He falters not
At daybreak
Neither is he hindered
By the wind or the rain
His life force
Is irresistible
His plans cannot be
Thwarted
At some point
We forgot to believe
In miracles
It's slightly unusual
For a man
To stand upon the earth
And to predict
That one day
He'll fly
I don't see the dust
It's too small and fine to see
But it does its evil work
And leaves me clogged
From head to foot
