Rendered in its simplest form
Talent
Tools
And a customer
Such varieties
Among societies
So much beauty
In its peoples
Nothing stuns me more
Than when some implore
There’s but room enough
For One
This makes me take a sigh
Never did I suspect
So many realities
Could coexist
I watched it pucker and peel
In successive seasons
Of wet, then cold, then wet again, then heat
Since decades past
Quietly contemplating
Looking out
Into myself
Clings to my flesh
Beads on my clothing
Thick with moisture
Greetings traveler:
In ancient times, there was a prayer for “The Stranger Within our Gates.” Because this motel is a human institution to serve people, and not solely a money-making organization, we hope that God will grant you peace and rest while you are under our roof.