+ 27.225 MHz 10: Summer Of 1972

In that summer, of nineteen seventy-two,
I had not yet heard---despite

outer space pictures---starward:  my summer
style was wild hair, tie-dyed tee-shirts and
bell-bottom jeans that partly concealed barefoot steps
from parental disapproval.
Even in my adolescent immaturity,
I longed for, wanted (well, wanted with desparation),
even a fraction of the sense
of Early Christian experience---
without regard to labels of denomination,
or the opinions of downhome theology---
the described facts of that salutary history,
preserved for us in Christ's everlasting Word,
His supremely perfect poetry.




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