There’s a Boulder in the Road. Is this the hand of god?
Song 6, Psalm 119:29-39 No one had come to work By noon. Even at the snail’s pace Of mountain life This was unusual. Shivam hiked down the slope to Sushil’s shop. Legs sturdy enough for the adventure He texted, complete with click A massive boulder slid Onto our narrow slip of road. Paths both up and down Blocked. A car tumbled down the steep ravine, Trapping a Tibetan family in mud. The rain had not stopped after it had done its damage. It was cold and wet. This was the situation. I turned and tried to pray-- The situation seemed to demand some response. The psalmist sees a blocked road As all about lying, law, judgment And fear. Throw in some revelation. The expected response. Certainly I am not startled by any surprise Or innovation. He loves his roadmap to The High and Dry. My path allows me to Simply put one foot After the other Perhaps forced to stop While resourceful Indian men Dig a Tibetan family out of the mud. Not the firs...