Monday, February 4, 2013

The Terminal Dance . . .

. . . of paths crossing
—endings, beginnings, things to come, things having past—
weaving vapor trails of memories
to our final destinations.

Note:  I seem to wax poetic when around airplanes.  This last trip was for a friend's wedding, actually.  There were no funerals involved!  I was thinking about memories and journeys and how each person in the airport was traveling for a different reason.  Some were starting out on adventures and some were returning home. Poems have a way of having a life of their own, and this poem is no exception.  Join me in embracing the stage of our journeys that Jesus has us on today. 

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1 comment:

  1. Airports seem to have that effect on me too. :)