2022 • tuned June 2026
When we keep God as our sight we can see how the darkness gives way to the light. We are here and now grains of sand and wheat, allegories and little stories made up by you and me, running to and from the same direction, light on two feet. We are the saint at the steering wheel and the seeker thumbing a ride, the prodigal and the porch light, the same road, side by side. Every face in the passing crowd is an Eve, is an Adam, is a wholly trinity, each of us carrying, best we can, a little eternity. Peace, love, joy in one pocket, sorrow loose in the other, we are all saints, we are all looking to score, and the score, it turns out, was never points — it was a song all along. Some miles in, you stop. You stand still on the shoulder while the whole sky goes on ahead of you, and you notice the way was under your feet the entire time, patient as a path can be. To borrow a line from brother Bob, You ain’t goin’ nowhere. There ain’t no where to go, only way. Rob Chavez © 2026 Rob Chavez. All Rights Reserved.