A red truck tears along the newest road

Good sand track for a race

For hauling things back and forth like Daddy,

And to build another house

A larger house, and then a tunnel

Or a bridge to cross over;

More innocent thoughts whirl about as a tiny controlled storm

Covered by bright clouds, a spontaneous voice of gladness

Fun thoughts, good thoughts in a protected sandbox

His small world of refuge and order,

Or her temporary sheltered world she can grasp

Until that melody, that familiar voice breaks through

And Mommy calls for lunch;

Ah!  One last lap

One last load to haul

One last mountain to build!

The small shiny red truck set aside

Till the next day, another time when it becomes, a train,

Clear imagination to lighten the heart

Then, into the arms of love

Into the arms of stability

Place of comfort, secure in greater strength

Divine plan of family given

For a small child, true sheltered peace, safety given.


About Gary Bertnick

I was a Minnesota teenager in the late 1960's. I was drafted into the military after an intense time at an engineering school. As a graduate chemical engineer and former athlete, I became a Marine Corps private. The Lord spoke to me through a friend while visiting Rapid City,S.D. My true discipleship began in Southern California and was boosted through association with Morris Cerullo Ministry and others. I fed upon the Scriptures and have learned to be led by the Holy Spirit. I know what the fear of the Lord is. What I write is done to honor the Lord and to touch the lives of those who know Him as well as those who should.
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