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When the Street lights come on
What a boy could get into in between the time after supper and the time that the Street lights came on. But "your hot butts and feet from a Texas summer night better be inside before they are full blast". Yet what dragons I slayed in between meals and the beacons of flickering luminouscence.
My Mom talked about how her bell was a whistle from the man I called Papa. They could not get further than his whistle could carry, and when they heard it's bellows they were sure to get home promptly.
Maybe THEIR shekinah glory in all its brightness and the trumpets they say that are going to sound is THEIR whistles and beacons calling all THEIR children home.
If so may we all get there promptly.
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My Mom talked about how her bell was a whistle from the man I called Papa. They could not get further than his whistle could carry, and when they heard it's bellows they were sure to get home promptly.
Maybe THEIR shekinah glory in all its brightness and the trumpets they say that are going to sound is THEIR whistles and beacons calling all THEIR children home.
If so may we all get there promptly.
© cmrios
