I see the top of a telephone pole. I have a circuit breaker power switch looking thing.
I can flip the switch at any time to allow the power to flow.
There are many like me. They stand watch on their poles. We can divert and increase the flow of power as needed.
I see us lined up and down the front range, but we are connected to others all over the world.
Each has his binoculars around his neck. Patience is a hallmark as they wait. Each has a whistle and a megaphone and a red hot phone to the local church. I see the lines go down to the steeples of the little white churches.
When the alarm blows, out come the people – army.
When the waves come in, out come the people – surfers.
When the winds blow, out come the people – kites.
Issachar.