Etched Hope

Weathered and worn, Martinez Fishing Pier intersects the Carquinez Strait where trains, boats, cars and planes do, making its view a would-be Richard Scarry Transportation Town.

Yesterday, though, I was into words.

God Loves You

I thought what I thought when I read it from an airplane, letters carved into field grass. What I thought when it was painted on hillside rocks.

I know, thanks. But ... Why. Are. You. Shouting?

Then I saw the tiny letters inserted mid-message: "doES NOT"

Whispered despair?

Angry spit?

Maybe, proof ... Some people remain hard of hearing.