Auto Care
A lime green umbrella sliced open, titled like a saucer at a table setting of thanksgiving. Like canned cranberry it retains its shape in the bus stop shelter. Open air breathing a sweetness through the ribbing. The one who keeps watch knows the time when the sentinel will be banned from the Big Blue Bus bench. The price at the pump is high: self-service. The local is lumped together with all the other belongings. A shelter within a shelter in the shadow of your wings. Faithfulness has not left from where it is dispersed. Quiet your soul. Listen worship sing repeating not for advertisements at gas station tv, but for the blessed assurance deep within trickling discernment. Grasp the truth before the last gasp for a concert ticket. Waves of worship from every nation have no lapse before the enthroned King of kings.
The light at Centinela and National often change to send the vehicles within vehicles on their way as ice trays about to be cracked. Needy people are left in the cold like popsicle sticks. ’Tis the season to freezer burns. Jesus isn’t mentioned on the toy tags anymore, yet he dwells among us with food in his right hand—securely wrapped to address the forth coming Black Friday: “He defended the cause of the poor and needy, and so all went well. Is that not what it means to know me? declares the Lord.” You can’t stay here long. Breakdown the tent. Pack your suitcase. Tasteless.
The artificial cannot know the soul on the roll to the other side. Digital deafening. It’s what’s behind. It’s what’s behind the sign of life we look forward to meeting. Love greeting me. The soul yearns to inhabit the Father’s home vacancy not machine learning robots. Artificial intelligence like sweetener will be consumed too instead of sharing a jacket with a stranger image bearer. The truth is traded-in for an updated lie through the glass. I’ll pass. The operating system will not last. Living in exile for quite awhile while the election populates more in redemption of the King of kings. We do not auto care for our bothers and sisters. Faith is too daring outside artificial intelligence. Be filled by the mystery during your disrepair through his body.