Man destroying Man.

silly little poem...

Oil spill stay away
you are not welcome in our bay.

if you come

where will children play?
where will the lovers lay?

i must be home
because there is salt in my hair

sand between my toes,
and my skin is burnt.

i had forgotten how much of a

summer child

i actually am.

The oil spill is supposed to hit sometime this week, so yesterday i went out there and ran on the national seashore for a while. As i was running i became so saddened at the thought of the oil staining our beaches. our powdery white sand turning black, the ocean being slicked by brownish crap. And the thought crossed my mind that in a few days the current could just impose this nasty mess in our direction, and it really made me mad. so after my run i walked along the water for about an hour and i just took it all in. the fishermen, the fat tourists smoking their cigarettes, little girls in their tutu bathing suits, and their mothers chasing them around trying to smack sunscreen on their little cheeks, the old couples, the dolphins, the beautiful greenish mass of ocean, the smell of the salty air...and to think all this could die within the next week.
man is truly is destroying man.

Romans 12:9-21

as far as today goes. i met someone whose story i am eager to hear.

Q