Wednesday, May 25, 2011


Whether we find acceptance in grace--just as I am without one plea--or by encountering immanent sanctity in aging, each day we move closer to our last day and breath. We don't often ponder that.

The wall here reflects the glory of an unseen (and unseeable) divinity; it also is the work of men and women. Perhaps it is primarily for that reason it mirrors a divine presence. The mortality of our actions and life is a work in the face of an eternal tomorrow.

Once this structure was a drawing or an idea. Then it was produced, first in its individual elements (bricks, mortal, windows). After a period of energetic activity, it was a newly completed structure.

The story of this structure is unknown to me, but at some point (it appears) to have been decommissioned. Now it simply abides.

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