"..Could we with ink the ocean fill,And were the skies of parchment made,Were every stalk on earth a quill,And every man a scribe by trade,To write the love of God above,Would drain the ocean dry.Nor could the scroll contain the whole,Though stretched from sky to sky."-F.Lehman

That is an awesome assemblage of words.

When I lived in LA ,i used to go to Venice beach and pray for the passers by, gussied up or down In all of their neo-pagan regalia.Then I 'd hop in my 64 Dodge convertible and drive up the PCH until there was a clear spot in the tightrope asphalt highway.Id point the car west ,with the ocean in front of me and the mountains behind me. Fewer  passers by, on foot anyway.And i would pray again for the people on Venice beach and try to see them for the their ''spirit worth'' and not the display of societal trappings in which they had adored themselves. Each of them "unconditionally loved", knowingly or unknowingly..I know the Father breathed life into all of their nostrils, even though they ''looked like the world'' with all of their might ,they were still from ''HIS HAND".Id look at the immense Pacific ocean and feel the rocky coast line over my shoulder ,and know it all came from the same Hand.Windy days made it all the richer.

Shalom -LOU

MEMBERS COMMENTS VIEWING 1 - 1 OUT OF 1 COMMENTS From: Blessing-to-you 12/31/2007 14:50:13 Seh aelohim, Honosey chatat ha-olam, Rachem na elenu, Adon veoel, Ben Elohim chanenu. Behold the Lamb of Gof, who has taken the sin of the world, Have Mercy upon us, Redeemer and Lord, Son of God our Messiah.   Kt