Longing

Sunlight pierces through the clouds. Closes the day with sherbert clouds and blue skies. Into the evening I return to work. At 2:00 a.m., I should be home. Cars still pass by. Electric devices surround me, and I long to stroll in the cool autumn evening as I did before I knew better. Before the 24 hour pharmacies and the corner head shops arrived. Before the drive-bys and the all night bright lights. Before safety was a concern (how having children can change your sense of reckless abandon). An evening in the remote countryside still declares His glory. But within these four walls, these walls, fluorescent lights, the air is conditioned, the water is chlorinated, and still there is pollution no E.P.A. can tackle - a spiritual battle involving the heart and mind (is there such a dichotomy?). There is also a longing for pure water, pure light, eternity. Yet everything seems to be rags. Wishful thinking to escape the battle grounds. My arms are weary, mental fatigue sets in and I want to rest....