This is from the Lexicon/World Altar series a few years back (Late 90's?)
It is actually a very romantic concept for the skys to open up and to be whisked off, somewhere over the rainbow, to a place without human trappings or hate, fear or technology.
Until then, we are going to have to work it through. Right here. Right now. Around the world.
It would be so sweet to be picked by the heavenly team, like some line up in grade school and getting picked first. But I fear that we are stuck with ourselves, at least for now. To mow the lawn, clean up our messes, and face the stresses we have all created.
Beautiful image! Crossing over?
ReplyDeleteIf we don't get picked, perhaps we can start work on a ladder. -J ox
ReplyDeleteIt is beautiful and I am sure that I would be picked last.
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