Traveling alone,
Far from home.
Anxiety peaks,
Over the unknown.
Delta’s airspace,
For the birds,
Some would say,
My anxst absurd.
My knees are weak,
My stomach aches,
My adrenaline up,
My heartbeats race.
Wondering?
What lies ahead?
Will “She Speaks” be fun?
Or three days of dread?
My flight arrives.
Shuttle van in place.
I hop aboard.
No time to waste.
Shuttle fills with friends anew.
Writers, Speakers…Dreamers too!
Some are seasoned…been there before.
Newbies like me…can’t be ignored.
Dreams of speaking to a crowd,
Or writing words to read aloud,
To pitch an idea for a book,
Grabbing attention with just the right hook!
Sessions begin, we’re underway
Listening, learning what “She Speaks” has to say.
Jotting down notes with a favorite pen.
What did “She” say? Could you repeat that again?
Conversations ignite.
Kinships spark.
Dreams take flight.
Now out of the dark.
Rock Concert Worship!
Keynotes amaze!
Uplifting our hearts,
It’s Jesus we praise!
So much contemplation,
Over the silliest of things.
Like travelling alone
On Delta’s wings.
But had I known then,
what I know now.
I’d do it all again
Some way, somehow.
Cause I met a dear friend
Who, much like me,
Is a writer of words,
Inspiring others to see…
The Gospel in us
According to Luke
That not even “yet” sinners
Can rebuke!
