The spaces are the lines
Faster and faster the ride goes through the cities and the towns of this barren world. Faster and faster, I see people that stumble in the darkness, looking for something to believe in, something to hold onto.
They guffaw at the mention of Jesus, but embrace men like Buddha, Ghandi or Richard Starkey. Oprah has become the new messiah to millions of women, busy eating their bon-bons everyday from 3:00 to 4:00.
Men clamor after their religion of being television quarterbacks, knowing each players name, position and salary, but many of these same men would be hard pressed to tell you their children teachers’ name.
As the train rides past lonely and forgotten faces fill the stations, cold and mute. There is no warmth for them, only a distant memory that they were once children, innocent. If the train stops, there is always hope that a few of the lost will climb on board for the ride, but many times, the eyes are sightless and the ears do not hear the train pulling into the station.
I wonder wy so many choose the cold darkness over where it is warm and light? Has their spirit waned in the millenia as to forget that there is warmth? That there is a love not found in a bottle or the flesh? Has the world moved on?
“But recall the former days in which, after you were illuminated, you endured a great struggle with sufferings:partly while you were made a spectacle both by reproaches and tribulations, and partly while you became companions of those who were so treated…Therefore, do not cast away your confidence which has great reward. For you have need of endurance, so that after you have done the will of God, you may receive the promise..” Hebrews 10:32-36