“In” the world, not “Of” the world
On a dingy
smog-shrouded dilapidated city dimly shining on a landfill hill:
“Of” the world---
Proud, suave,
debonair Raoul “the Handsome-one” swung upward wide
the “batwing”
door of his unattractive tomato-colored three hundred
and fifty
thousand dollar foreign sports car proudly proclaiming the
“just-so-right-and-privileged”
brand name being careful not to snag
his five
thousand dollar Armani silk suit, color-coordinated matched
gaudy silk tie
or to scuff highly polished Gucci five hundred dollar
slip-on shoes allowing his “blonde?” sexy-tary
to shy-slither into the
passenger’s seat
to return to his posh office suite for an afternoon of
fun and
perverted games---er…uh!? Oh! Yeah! Work! Having just
dined on a
sumptuous thousand dollar luncheon at “Le Cheveaux”!
A vagrant homeless
wretch half asleep in the alley corner nearby sadly shook
his greasy head
at the fine scene of such a man who could steal a very nice
suit of clothes but
had to drive a rusty tomato soup can with the lid left open!?
And, he
wondered, was that blonde the mouse-y brown-haired plain-looking
girl he had
dated while attending school somewhere way back in the day!?---
“In” the world---
…While, only a
slight world away, Symod, clad in a raggedy animal skin robe
wearing worn out
sandals survived on locusts and wild
honey gained at peril.
If a sirocco should
blow scouring-sand the savvy nomad might lucky-find shelter
among a copse of
sparse trees at the oasis sanctuary, or, should the winter rains
soon come, seek
refuge within a tangle of rocks or harbored within a cave-haven.
“For God so
loved His (humble) man---
…Amen!
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