Every Second Wednesday
Offhandedly I throw the tin into the basket with other bottles, papers and plastic, waiting to be transformed: Detritus of everyday life. Use fulfilled now forlorn. They linger ’til the truck arrives every second Wednesday, to gather life’s jetsam. Then sorted and sent for renewal to be new bottles, new cans, new plastic ornaments. But still bottles,cans and trivia. The irony of God’s recycling is the older and frailer we become the greater the Spirit’s “sorting” and when finally the last truck comes the transformation will be complete – Eternal. No more, every second Wednesday night!
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