mlowe5
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Sitting here
In the station
Of the inner sanctum
Of mind,
I ponder the ticket
Of the train of thought—
The journey not yet planned:
Yet I sit here…bag packed…
Filled with unwrinkled faith;
A slow moving train arrives;
I know not where it’s going:
Switching tracks determine destiny.
With ticket and packed bag
I board the waiting train.
The conductor stamps my direction:
Where God is, I’m bound to arrive.
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Charles2 says: he who travels by faith... never travels alone |
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mlowe5 says: So true Charles2...so true. Thanks for the read and feedback. Peace and Love, mlowe5 |
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mlowe5 says: Indeed love_supreme, "...with ticket and packed bag...where God is, I'm bound to arrive." Thanks for the SNAPS. Peace and Love. |
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