Turbulence shakes his balance, and his hand flashes for steadying,
something sure, like a seatback,
but my shoulder, curved and strong too, will do.
Never turning or noticing the feel of bone, he presses hard, and I know purpose,
a body made like a staff.
Lord, who today would You have me undergird, uphold?
(Photo: collecting luggage, cluster of thoughts, in Detroit airport)
I left on a jet plane… and am back again, the bags unpacked, mind settling. Now to collect thoughts, offer thanks for the grace … grow. Thoughts from the journey….
