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Friday 6 |
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The unknown presence
The family lived beside the great southern railway line. It was a busy line with long distance diesels rolling by day and night, and it seemed there were more trains than hours in the day.
His mother never knew which train her son might be on so she prayed them all through as if he were on every one she heard. Crewmen sometimes said among themselves they felt they were not alone on those long, weary shifts. An unknown presence seemed to ride with them.
Years passed and the son transferred to another depot as a driver.
The old house is gone now and the mother lives far from the sound of any rail line. But I know the spirit of prayer still travels the rails. My son, you see, is the driver.
‘As for me,
far be it from me that I should sin
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2007 Today's Thought | 156 Macquarie Way | Drewvale 4116 | Australia |
The
boy came of age in the house that had once been a fettler’s and
gate-keeper’s cottage and almost inevitably became a call-boy. Then he
became a fireman and often crewed the diesels that roared by.