Breathe in the dust. Inhale it deeply, fully. Let it fill your nostrils and slowly close your life-line to this world. Go to that other world where shopping occurs in bazaars, goats lay chained to a pole awaiting slaughter and children sort the trash from the dump in a wheel barrel. This is a man’s world; a lost world. Buildings stagger, half in-tact from years of bombing; the land sits desolate – trees haven’t been seen for decades, since before the Russians invaded. Someday soon, though, a root will burrow deep and a trunk shall spring forth. And many will come to call the shade of this tree home.
“They have no knowledge who carry about their wooden idols, and keep on praying to a god that cannot save…Turn to Me and be saved, all the ends of the earth! For I am God, and there is no other.” – Isaiah 45:20,22