Rumbling, sometimes loud, sometimes softly
First one…then another…then many
Making the individual sounds combine to a loud buzzing of sorts
Like a Barbershop ensemble
Or maybe more like a choir
Each having its own part to make up the harmony
A sea of chrome and bodies
brightly colored paintings
On various canvases to show individuality, but also harmony
The predominate covering color is black
Adorned with patches and pins
Still creating a painting to show allegiance to a brotherhood
Lost and searching souls
Some are dark, despite the bright colors
Others have a glimmer of light in their eyes, searching to belong amongst the paintings
All are children of God
Brightly colored in character as well as body
They try to shield their brightness, cloaked in black…but we the faithful can see their beauty….beneath the cloak of darkness
For Everything There is a Season
8 years ago
2 comments:
Very nice, Jane.
Ditto Carol's comment. Very well said, with heart, with honesty, with reality. God loves black leather clad harley riders even if they know Him or not. Awesome - thanks Jane! ~deAnn
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