IN GOD WE TRUST

in God we trust

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Flying above the clouds at 35,000 feet toward the sunset is a thing of exquisite beauty, the colors of the clouds reflecting the sunlight is far beyond imitation. The clouds below look like the beds of angels, beyond our understanding of true comfort. The angelic blanket covers not only the beauty below but also the ugliness as well.

Below is where fallen mankind dwells… Who knows what’s happening at the very second the plane passes over an exact location? The plane passes over cities, countryside, and everything in between.

Nice clean and organized row housing is visible, some have clotheslines in the backyards, others have swimming pools. Some houses are spread out as the grid loosens its grip on the independent rural settings. Some of those once proud homesteads are a bit worn down, not looking as strong and independent as they once were. The worn defenses almost inviting the spreading metropolis to gobble it up as it has everything else in its path.

We pass over junkyards, the places where some of the cars, now in their final resting places were the seats where some lost their lives… The cars there have become memorials where loved ones were maimed and changed forever.

The once shiny new vehicles when they were someone’s proud ride are the example of everything else in this world. While beautiful in some ways, display the delicate nature and the fact that this world is hard and unforgiving sometimes, everything is passing away… There is struggle…

In the country, the food chain is reality, from insect to rodent, from small plant-eating animals to big animals with teeth designed to break necks and shred meat. It’s a vicious life of survival… The strong survive.

Passing over the cities is a grim reminder of the reality that it’s not so different for us humans here than in the wild rural settings. Some of the two-legged animals aren’t predators, but that’s what makes the two-legged animal so dangerous, one can’t tell the tame ones from the predators…

Some of those predators use their skills of chameleon to attack, corner and destroy their prey… Some of those are the liars, thieves, and sexual predators of women and children…

These predators most of the time look like model citizens, this type of predator uses societies laws to take advantage of their prey, they’ve learned to play the system or walk the fine line between legal and unethical.

The two-legged animals do their best to control their herd, they pass more laws and since we live in a fallen world and perfection is impossible, it only leads to more rules and  more laws designed to control the predators and protect the tame two-legged animals.

The world looks perfect at 35.000 feet, the problem is we don’t have wings and eventually we have to make our descent into the struggle of life.

Flying high above the clouds, the dirt, the struggle, and the beauty, the sun has made its descent as well…

In the lonely darkness, I ponder the hopelessness of this earth…

I reflect on a once much different country I’m passing over…

I understand our only hope is in God himself…

My desire is for this society to once again live, believe, and act on the simple words and belief that made this country great…

IN GOD WE TRUST…