Fountain Drink

A cocoon of clothing covers the man in temperatures soon to decrease into navy blue. Throw blankets are fleecing the stationary on a roller coaster. Parked out front after dark. Everyone can see a celebrity, but anyone else could be trouble. Look the other way. The unimportant ones have lower opacity. Utter invisibility. The rich are ridden with plain sight while the powerless are hidden in Christ. Hour by hour writers build scripted devices as sticky glue to slice off thin layers of identity. Bluish light dulls fixed eyes multiplied by millions like particles adhering to the award. Gilding the idol for the title will blend the traffic, weather and sports at the water cooler. An interaction is difficult if the lie is the simple syrup. Mixed distractions. At ease on 3rd Street. On one night of many underneath the stars there’s hope he will become a new creature by the morning by an item not found on the dollar menu: Mercy.

A drop of mercy could drip from the branches on the Miracle Mile before another comes and/or leaves. A friend or a foe? Wouldn’t you like to know. Your enemies have a flash from the mouth or muzzle. Give them a grass-fed burger for hot coals to begin to fall from the sky onto the their head. A morsel transforms an angry heart into a remorseful one. If LA is your city than make it there with generosity. God will look out for us. The adversaries have already took too much. Help from heaven will be here just as Jesus will take a drink from the babbling brook. He will be victorious. Satisfy your thirst with the joy on ice inside the sole fountain drink before the raccoon knocks it over. The fountain of life is still before us. From the highest place he brings the wind chill.