Big Or Small

Where I look, there is a mighty small world for me. I am unable to reach past the space I see - there are diminutive words of mine, and they are tiny. It turns out to define the corner.

The front window holds the recliner and it is the only article of furniture owned by me, and it occupies that spot and that which I have inherited. But as a result, I can watch the world. I see the shadows shift in the light; brightness and softness hang above me. More than anything I choose the aspect, I think.

From a certain point I can see. Two or three very ambitious handymen measure out the distances from my window, ever so carefully adjusting the points of the porch, and they come out perfectly. When they return I am impressed but do not take it further - I am observing, not part of the scene.

Of course, I see the most from La Roca de los Siglos. The King Emmanuel Baptist Church meets once a week and they are wonderful, but the Spanish Pentecostals begin once the Baptists are finished with their services. The exciting part, read and translated far beyond the days known, is THE KING OF ALL KINGS! And it is the basis of VERY stirring days. Which I cannot even understand.

I just wish I could get it myself.