Seen
Coal mine hands, gloved with Gold’s Gym half-fingers, clutch the red rib bones. There’s been a jamming street art long before cramming stencils, wheatpaste posters and stickers on structures, signs and other things to be seen. The skateboard for decades artwork has braved the training methods of action-sport athletes who vandalized underneath these swift wooden carts. The pursuit to constantly improve their skill set is the same as the street artist. They both risk legal punishment for disobeying the law, but they go against the tsk tsk for the task at hand. Living the ultimate ride wherever they land is worth invaluable grace. “So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen, since what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal.”
Blocked messages on indifferent walls dressed with primer paint hinder expression. Talent over the course of time activates practice. The Source has all these gifts in stock. The meanings fly over our heads. Convey the truth in an astounding way. “Though you have not seen him, you love him; and even though you do not see him now, you believe in him and are filled with an inexpressible and glorious joy, 9 for you are receiving the end result of your faith, the salvation of your souls.” The cruiser motorcycle belt buckle of truth is buckled around our waist. God’s right hand has changed our goofy riding position.