The Day and the Hour

A Moment of Clarity On Memorial Day 1974 an itinerant drunk named Pablo made a spiritual discovery. Hunkered on a highway west of the Palouse he glimpsed a life in disarray shorn of insight heading nowhere and running scared... It takes a moment to recognize a life as your own. One thing is certain: that turning point without light or air from which he'd struggle as from an undertow was in fact a divine panic: terror not of heartbreak or brain seizure but of spiritual death the heart vacant and staggering without purpose. On that point he's definite. Sick broke without future at a point of no return a man is thrust face to the wall. On that day in that hour a breeze whispers in the trees or it doesn't. Still to recall it makes him shudder.