and she was wind blown and 'war torn'....

as if she'd been riding in a convertible for years,
with the top down.....
while gangsters in 'unmarked vans' threw grenades and lilacs...
you read correctly !
LILACS....
for in the end of the day, it wasn't really ALL SO BAD.....
there were flowers on the road of her life.....
big bunches of flowers.....
with aroma and chorophyll to smooth the 'wrinkles' on the
800 thread count comforter of her sojourn......

it's a pretty metaphor...:}
makes me smile......

and so.....
with each passing day,
obstacles would appear, in order that she RE THINK the 'obvious'.....
and rethink she DID...
round and round she went....
circling her own thoughts and feelings,
until one could not see the beginning......
nor fathom the end......

in any case.....
hers was a HEADY MISSION.....
filled with chagrin and SUGAR PIE and mathematical equation.......
and
 'BASKETS FILLED WITH POLITICAL UNREST'....

but GOD never gives us a job to do,
which we are incapable of doing.....

and so.....
she moved 'hawkishly forward'.....
through the entrapments......
through the sandstorms and ever through the
 CAMEL DUNG.....

where, indeed, WAS SHE, after all ?

had she finally arrived at that 'point of demarcation'?

there was a man, in a prayer shawl.......
in the distance....
blowing a SHOFAR.....

and on the opposite horizon....
there was a 'robed' figure in 'child pose'......
on a mat...
bent in prayer of some sort.....

AND SHE WAS SMACK IN THE MIDDLE !!

well.....
let's be honest.....
she was a tad to the right !