Waiting
People sitting
Reading
"It's cold in here."
Quiet
Noisy
Early morning sun
gives way
to dreary glum
Waiting rooms.
also
listless
colorless
drab.
Waiting
and thinking
Waiting
and reading
Waiting
and boredom
Waiting
time marches on
yet stands still.
... and then your name is called
It's the journey ... not the destination. ... The journey ... my eyes were opened and I knew Him and my heart was changed. ... Won't you join me in my travels, meandering here and there, journeying within my mind and beyond, on paths great and small, through this world that was created by and belongs to the Lord God Almighty.
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
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