Plywood

Outside, a plywood lawn chair seats many if you move over. Front row on the plaza. Skateboarders ply on their practice: Entertainment, Criminal Justice, Civil Rights, Personal Injury, Health, Environmental, Business, Immigration and Family. Against the laws. It is the way its been. Gracefully fly by. Aside from the peers and policy: there’s no notice. Remember the ride past the pain threshold through the interpretation of movement. It’s about the truth or would you rather lie? In jest these remarks miss the mark and ignite a flame upon the target. There is something to do after the fall.

Building around moments for a time. Soon they will be knocked down too. Another day at ‘Ghetto Park’ where spending time is learning about how things get broken. Pass by before your eyes. In all these practices when do the repairs come for a restoration like none of us have ever seen. Our hearts like a barrel of burning worn jet-black tires. Its smoke slyly chokes hope. Yet our individual names are called by the Wonderful Savior regardless of our appearances. Our practices invalid based on unmerited favor because the love is savory. Can you handle the spiciness of Jesus? Refute the ads. We too will be risen adherents bound by love. The glory and the story covering all like a milky marine layer ashore. Apply changes. Users were booked as they turned around by shifting weight. God hand wrote entries into the Book of Life a long time ago. Like plies of wood veneer, layers upon layers of precious promises stretch to the end of eternity. Under pressure they will not break as we break from the corruption and land as partakers in the divine nature.