Light on the Hill

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Light on the Hill


Today I passed "The Church of
the Light on the Hill."  It was situated
in a damp hollow. "God bless," I said
silently. Later, the accountant said,
"--Provided our assumptions are correct."
I thought, "Indeed."

And they never are; or seldom.
Faith and accounting are of
the same species: hope--
a light upon a mental hill,
a light we look at from a hollow
near the river of our circumstances.


Copyright 2011 Hans Ostrom