Skyscrapers like giant sentinels pierce the sky
Cars zooming on concrete—passersby
Driving on cloverleafs, diamonds, and such
Lone Rangers seeking oh so much
In a rush to get to only God knows where
Hurrying, scurrying without a care…
Or a thankful thought for this precious day
That God created giving them a way
To get it right once again
So that life anew they can begin.
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Rhemalogy 
Where the heck is everyone going?
Stop. Take a breath. And another.
If you don’t have to go, why did you?
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Again—they don’t know. Is the answer to both questions. Thanks for stopping by. Blessings and Peace!
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Rivers know this: there is no hurry. We shall get there some day…
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Amen. My point exactly. Have a blessed week.
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