…God’s traffic

…1,2,3 cars go

4,5,6 cars more-

but where?

and who are the souls behind the wheel?

and what are they thinking?

some faces look so blank, no expression-

so i stare deeper to read them, before the light changes-

what are they feeling?

are they happy?

content?

hurting?

lonely?

are they contemplating suicide at that very moment?

two souls-

one watching, one driving-

fighting the same demon?

and not even knowing-

7,8,9 cars go

10,11,12 cars more-

one goes left, the other turns right-

different minds-

different lives-

different journeys-

dreams-

beliefs-

yet all from the same God.

yet no one smiles at the other-

yet no one looks over to say hello-

one king, one father, one world-

a billion siblings-

yet a billion strangers-

navigating the spinning wheels that fascinate me-

as each being,

dolled up or dressed down-

mind intact or burnt out-

are almost robotically navigated by one soul underneath one flesh-

just moving so fast,

the mind fails to pause long enough to notice the work of Gods brilliance-

despite the mental illness-

despite its unfair sickness-

the art of his work still exists-

selah.

can’t you see it?

as 1,2,3 cars go?

as 4,5,6 cars more?

i do-

especially when parked-

fleeing monsters and all-

watching God’s traffic.

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