“And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming
And the sign said, “The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls”
And whispered in the sounds of silence” – Simon & Garfunkel
This is absolutely the first thing that came to mind when I read the prompt for this photo challenge, and the first image that I thought of is this shot that I took last Friday at the trail head to the section of the Ice Age Trail we hiked that day.
Graffiti….is it art or is it disrespect? I suppose that depends on what it is and where. How about on an ancient Egyptian wall? Yeah, that made the news this week. Is that a prophecy of destruction? There are many examples of that abroad on our planet. How about prophecies of hope and healing? They seem harder to come by. Here’s one I found this morning:
Signs point the way; they are not the Way, nor are they the goal. It isn’t wise to get attached to the sign and miss the reality. It might be a good challenge to toss out your favorite signposts periodically to see if you can still find the Way….