Soliton part 1

I have returned from Soliton in Ventura, CA. It was a brain processing event that I will write a few times about as persistence allows. First a poem from our God-experiencing walk through town:

Come to the city where the gods look down and approve,
In their shade: trips, falls and down right dirtiness messies the streets.
So despairing, their very homes are laid open, but the gods wouldn't spare.
Below, all they want is someone to listen, to bear even a second of the burden of life,
the desperate feed where they are able, the scraps will do,
they've been taught want, even when there is no need.
The very plants, primitive conifers and spiky palms, pierce right through the modern desires they reach for. The flowers though, they bring hope, their eye-truth is beauty.
The people lie helpless as the heart-coating they need lies bound,
the eyes of the workers not yet opened realizing that a little paint will go a long way.
Even though Christ gave us salvation, why do we try to buy it?
Can we ascend to God with these poor spirits, will we look upon them?
Only one life 'twill soon be past, only whats done for Christ will last.