Airline Miles

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 I decided to lower the shade on my window yesterday, for fear of what I might see on display.  The view after take off had been full of beauty, I promise, but later changed into a storm re-awakening Doubting Thomas.

Keeping the shade down is what I decided to do, how can you be afraid if you can't see the view.  What was so smooth and easy to fly, had become bumpy with dark clouds scaring me in the sky.

I think about my ship tied to the dock with its moorings, the storm's winds will make it harder to untie unlike before.  Thoughts of its small cabin bring relief, while this giant cabin shakes me like a leaf.

What is this country we are flying over and how long did I sleep, when did we crossed into this border and how deep?  Slowly we approach the lighted pathway below, knowing a dangerous mission is waiting in the places we will go.

With arms flailing wide he said, "who do they think they are to question our protocols like this".  Their free offering is something our caregivers will never miss.  Looking around the table I see, powerful men and women confused about providing a voice to the weak.

My strength to fight this big machine, comes from memories of eyes without hopes sheen.   Seventy seven days is what I now call him, alone and afraid he knew chances of survival were slim.

They knew his name but not who he was away from this place.  Looking deeply into his eyes, there was someone, who was somebody behind that sweet face.

Not able to use his voice to share, I am more than this nonverbal stare.  Please give me a chance to give my daughter one last kiss,  There is nothing to tell you she is outside and so missed. 

The moon has started to appear, using memories I think about all that is dear.  Red or white I heard her say, and my thoughts begin to fade away. 

My eyes are closed but not with sleep, so everyone leaves me alone as my thoughts grow deep.  Friends and family fill my mind, as well as the fake ones that were unkind.

I heard the call again from up up above, to pray for my friend who had suffered much in love.  There had been so much loss, it was almost impossible to count the cost.

Wounds from life and those they loved, had hidden from view the Fathers patient love.  Back and forth to so many sources, running after peace just like wild horses.

Anger from loss and betrayal by temporary friends, made it hard for them to ever trust again.  God was not something seen as real and things in life were used as a way to not feel.

Sweet notes sent down from above, were taken into a box while still seeking true peace and love.  Melodies like gifts were sent out with beautiful rhymes, while God waited patiently for His perfect time.

Oh dear friend so valued and loved, by a Father who watches you from above.  Close your eyes and feel the breeze from angels wings, as they surround you while I pray and silently sing.

You are very nice and I appreciate all the attention, my headphones have to go on because I struggle with word retention.  No, I can't hear what you just said, I am going to write down my rhymes instead.

I think I will buy bigger headphones tomorrow, this guy wants to keep talking to my great sorrow.   I start wondering how big they come, oh my, here she comes with his third glass of Rum.

Appearance displays success but I see loneliness in his eyes, frequent travelers understand this whether on the road or in the skies.  I don't want to be the one to fix his situation, hopefully he will take a taxi to his train station.

As this continues on I wonder do I display a look, that one night stands are what I am seeking like reading one page in a book.  

This couldn't be further from the truth, those are as unwelcome as the pulling of a tooth.

 They tell us we need a seat belt to keep our lives safe, but when life is crashing around us what holds you in place. 

That moment on a plane when truth is revealed, did your tray table get cleaned or is  so bad the dirt can be peeled. 

mmmm