In the hush and the roar it's easier to imagine the Galilean night.
Now, I don't know if they had cicadas, but they did know locusts, and fields, and wind enough to make a parable.
I lean back, listening to the popping and hissing of the truck and the peculiar quiet of a dirt road.
I can see Him sitting back on his heels in the grass surveying the convergence with a deep sense of satisfaction. He knew just where to find the three. He was there when their heart-fires were lit with a single breath.
And still - tonight - I see them right where He left them.
Jupiter, Venus, and Polaris shine brightly, hanging low in the west, and the horizons unfold, bringing the hopes and fears of all the years.
He breathes deep, savoring this creation.
And there's a deep sense of solidarity.
