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Automobiles

  • Writer: Meg Powell
    Meg Powell
  • May 20, 2024
  • 1 min read

Constructed machines

no longer just to travel from point A to point B,

over complicated and over luxuriated


Even our breath is polluted exhaust

exhales that curse 

or carry carcinogens


Chemical consumptions

making us function

as machines we aren’t meant to be


Resources we’ve extracted from earth

in the name of progressive industrialized worth

extract us further and further from our place of birth


Driven out of Eden

still we drive

still we roam

trying to find our way back home

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Psalm 36

v. 7 How priceless is Your unfailing love, O God!

People take refuge in the shadow of Your wings.

v. 8 They feast on the abundance of Your house;

You give them drink from Your river of delights.

v. 9 For with You is the fountain of life;

in Your light we see light.

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