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