THE SHUTTLE

WHEN

THE GRASS TURNS GREEN AND LITTLE ROOTS

START TO PUT OUT THEIR SHOOTS, THE AIR CALLS OUT

SPRING!

WHEN

THE FLOWERS BLOOM AND THE SUN SHINES

BRIGHTLY IN THE SKY, THE WAVES OF THE SEA ROAR

SUMMER!

WHEN

EVERYTHING TURNS ORANGE AND BROWN WITH LEAVES

FALLING OFF AND HOMES FILLED WITH THE FRAGRANCE 

OF ACORNS AND CHESTNUT, THEN APPEARS

AUTUMN!

WHEN

THE CHILLY COLD NIGHTS AND SNOW HAVE PEOPLE

SLEEPING EARLY AND OTHERS SITTING IN FRONT OF THE FIREPLACE,

THE HEAVY COATS AND THE BOOTS IN THE SHOPS SCREAM

WINTER!

WHEN

THE AIR IS DRY WITH DUSTY WINDS BLOWING FROM THE NORTH

AND LADIES EATING LIP GLOSSES FOR BREAKFAST, LUNCH AND SUPPER

THEN THE HARMATTAN DANCES INTO THE CYCLES.

THE SOUNDS OF THE SHUTTLE CAN ALSO BE HEARD FROM AFAR

THE SCREECHING OF ITS TYRES AND THE HOOTING OF ITS HORN

RESOUND IN THE EARS OF THE MASSES YET UNLIKE THE SEASONS,

ITS TIME OF ARRIVAL IS UNKNOWN.

ONLY THE SIGNBOARDS OF PANDEMONIUM DESCRIBED IN THE GOSPELS

ALERT AND LIGHT UP THE HOPE OF ITS ARRIVAL

VENDORS OF TICKETS ARE CALLING OUT

 “SALVATION!  SALVATION!”

WITH THE PRICE TAG OF

“BELIEVE IN JESUS !  CONFESS  HIS LORDSHIP!

AND A WARNING NOTE OF

“WHAT SHALL IT PROFIT A MAN IF HE GAINS THE WORLD AND LOOSES HIS SOUL?”

DON’T MISS THE SHUTTLE TO HEAVEN!

THE  SIGNS OF THE END LIKE THE INDICATIONS OF THE SEASONS ARE CRYSTAL CLEAR,

“DO YOU HAVE YOUR TICKETS?”