Something to Think About, and a Temporary Goodbye

What we believe
Hangs in the stars of the mind
Triggered to shine shivers
We are indicators of time
Time makes us believe
Because we believe in time

Rome is a world stacked
Not like sky scrappers
Not like odds
Rome is stacked like a log cabin

Each layer made man-made
Each layer organic from birth
Each layer carved into conformity

One atop another
Clearly separate,
Clearly as one
Each piece stranded in story, naked mosaic.

Polished and fine the marble rots,
Polished and fine steps to the top of St. Peter's
Worn by curiosity and spectacle
I believe in God, Father almighty,
Creator of heaven, earth, us
I believe

Belief is uncertainty of the sacred and
steadfast in discipline, outcome calculated
Today God is a log cabin
Because we believe in time.

by Wes Alexander

NOTE: Hi all. I know you're eager to read about our further exploits in Rome (and believe me, we're dying to tell you), but we haven't been able to complete any more posts before heading off to the farm, where we will be on a two week black out from Feb 2 to Feb 14. Never fear, though. The rest of the Rome blogs and the farm blogs will be up in short order when we get back on board the Pork Chop Express.