Thursday, December 25, 2008

Pre-Christmas Travels 2008

I took the day off from teaching, a first for the year,

to fly across the country before Christmas.

11 o’clock came around, time for departure was nearing,

then a text came, “flight canceled,” it was.


Spending the morning with the boys at the Huish’s

when this daunting text came my way.

With that, Mom booked a new flight with an alternate airline,

and Tisha became my ride to save the day.


At the airport the wait would increase by the minute.

How does that work when time is what flys?

Storms in Chicago raged; flights delayed by the dozen,

the first flight canceled… now I see why!


Delay, then some more, Kristen worked on the phone

looking for options to get her sis moving.

Matt, at the Southwest desk, advised the few Seattle-bound,

“Airport sleeping tonight, for you!” he was proving.


“Aha, I’ve found one!” my travel agent sister declared

Alaska will fly you direct the next day.”

So the flight was booked and westward bound I would go.

Now, getting home to my bed, is there a way?


Holiday time- friends split town so very few were around

to give me a lift from the airport to bed.

Call after call, a dozen with no success I would soon realize,

until Simone picked up, and “I’ll come,” she said!


Home with no luggage, what a curious situation this created,

so to Target, I soon departed from home base.

Phone charger in hand and a bag of jerky for the next day,

walked into Julie and then Michael- familiar face!


Running to the car and driving home, I reflected on the day

“why all this? what’s the point?...I’m so tired.”

Thoughts came, gratitude, for so many evidences of God’s hand

All of this was not accident but most inspired.


Recall the truth from day to day that experience is His plan…

Experience today proved that alone I will never be.

Clearly surrounded I am by many friends and family true,

whether on the east coast or west, from sea to sea.

1 comment:

  1. Sorry about the ever long and wondering of getting home. The snow has been quite intense. Your poem was great. I had a hard time reading the post below it because I was still reading in the rhythm:)

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