Maybe all the city rhythms are saying, "Bless, bless, bless, bless, bless."

The beeps that warn the truck is backing up, the cars running over the loose metal cover in the street, the piledriver, the steps loud enough to be heard in inside halls and at quiet times and places outside, the steps outside not hearable by humans beneath the total city noise--maybe all these are saying, "If we knew what was good, if we we skilled enough to make it real--help it happen in spite of our limitations."

May the edge by on the good side today and other days.