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I imagined the corridors of the earth outlined with God's Grace and mercy. The corridor washed and lacquered the earth's forested outline. The heavenly corridor glistened with a resin embedded with jewels. I peered through the window of my imagination, drawn to the effulgence of the His glistening bejeweled appearance. The corridor appeared to mount the onyx stones in a setting of filigreed gold. I called the companions of my imagination to escort me in the jewel shopping spree.
I lost track of my shopping spree reality. It was too much month and not enough gold lined my pockets for this excursion to the mall. Was I shopping in-store or was I doing a little cyber window shopping in my imagination? I can see the reflection of the un-jeweled me in the stores dressing room. Will the video surveillance camera identify me for an imposter shopper? I peered at the merchant. Do the merchants in my eyes reflection know that I am just window shopping. Like superman, will the super-salesclerk see the holes in my pocket? I muse, for I lined my empty pockets with lead. Lead is also the only known substance that super-salesclerk cannot see through with their x-ray vision. The eye of providence and prayer gave me telescopic vision into the forest. During the twilight, I saw a band of Gold circle the equator. It was a golden corridor of grace and mercy that encircled the earth. Sorrowfully, fire and pestilence cut a corridor in the earths tapestry. The tapestry appeared like a geological alopecia. Now the earth has a receding hairline and thinning around the amazons crown with eventual bald spots across the globe. The 20th century may have razored these trees with mountains of filthy lucre. bad ecological genocide, housing, malls, greed and ignorance. The celestial enamel outlined the path of my thoughts. Once again, a tree will stand by living water. Like Moses these servants will raise the arms of the tree. The tree will prevail. They will put a stone and put it under the tree and they supported the hands of the tree one on one side and one on the other. Thus the trees hands were steady until the sun set. A tree will yet stand by living water
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Saturday, November 17, 2007
Trees
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