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On a flight in a window seat
The sun shining through the clouds reminds me
Of those pictures on church fans
Powered by the hands of women screaming, ‘I know that’s right!’
To the reverend on a Wednesday night
Bible study in a church on weekday?
I don’t think God gives extra credit for heaven, anyway…
If I knew then what I know now, I’d recognize
That time is our most valuable prize
Regardless of talent, station, or birthright
It all resets again at midnight
A 14 year old me sitting in the basement of Mt. Zion Baptist Church
At the same tables where the choir would often rehearse
I reach for a butterscotch in the corner of mom's purse
I never imagined myself at their age
40 or 50 something, trying to read the fine print on the Bible’s page
Counting my blessings while praying for the sick and shut in
Asking God for forgiveness for my inevitable sin
I’m just a ghost among the church crowd
Haunting a younger me, half amazed and proud
Oh the places you will go…
Should I say hi, and tell you what you should already know?
