Three resurrected reflections in anticipation of the Grand Jury announcement here in St. Louis/Ferguson... HOW UNFORGOTTEN How unforgotten the unexpected that bombs love with hate and explodes in burning tears and smoldering whys then lingers a while in smoking derision and stinking distrust. How absurd the destroying and rebuilding! My God, how absurd . . SEVEN TIMES SEVENTY WHAT? Both black Both white-- depending on light-- small white lambs and little black sheep isolated in pigmented crevices echoing bleat and bells unheard unseen unsought by shepherds watching flocks by night with lamps furnished by foolish virgins. WE ARE THE WEB OF LIFE We are the Web of Life, threads of all creation, common origin bursting bright spins common destination-- twining from atom's flight to galaxies' mutation. Planets, creatures, humans alike disclose cosmic imagination. Earth's beauty and suffering plight craft universal incarnation. Will it endure darkest night in bonded collaboration-- exuding elegant delight and bounteous celebration or will its warping song decry to sustain strands' vibration and it woofing dance succumb to fright in panicked conflagration? Or can we confide in trust's reconciliation and ever abide in Heaven and Earth's consummation? We are the Web of Life. What we do to the web is our own consecration. If you are interested in the updated summaries re Ferguson from October and November, let me know. I don't remember where I left off sending them before. They are long but might be of interest to some and include info not in media. Grace and peace~ Thanksgiving blessings~ Ellie Stock elliestock@aol.com