Inklilngs 2024

I See God in the Windows of Locust Street Patrick Keedy Brown ’26 I see God in the windows of Locust Street but the weathered houses cast shadows on his face and make him seem more of a derelict soul behind cracked glass - taped hurricane prevention that really does nothing in the face of a storm. Sometimes when traffic fills the freeway, my school bus will route through Locust Street, and I will see faces of God - on a bike, on a sidewalk, on a scrap of plastic- covered cardboard they only had to call their own. Their eyes scream divinity, their eyes weep divinity, and they move their mouths, but I do not hear what they are saying or if it is at all divine. Because the school bus window is only a half inch thick, yet it mutes the world outside