(Every now and then I have a dream that really sticks to me. I sense there is a message for me. In my dream I am cleaning my friend’s mountain house. We are leaving and she and her family are on their way. They arrive before we are finished. I keep cleaning. She says to me “I have something for you”. I have to stop cleaning to receive the gift she has for me. It is a beautiful bracelet.)
Sometimes we have to stop
To stop being useful
To receive the gift
The gift of being
Truly loved
Sometime before we reached Mumbai
The crickets started their part
in the great symphony of the night.
“We’re still here! We’re still here!”
They sang and called me to God.
A song rose in my heart in response
that I could not sing aloud.
What would the taxi driver think?
He may have thought I was a little off.
So I let it sing inside of me:
“Lord forgive us.
We have not honored you.
We have not cared for your creation.
We have not loved one another.
We have not cared for the poor and the weak.”
We reached Mumbai.
Waited for hours to be told
No room for you on this plane.
We were escorted out of the airport
and put in a taxi
by some kind airport officials.
The taxi drove off.
The driver and his co-worker
working the phones to get us
on another flight or into a hotel
in the wee hours of the morning.
A call came,
“You are lucky! Confirmed seats
available!”
They raced us back to the airport.
Same kind officials
escorted us quickly through
the lines and waved good-bye.
There was room on the plane
after-all.
We made it, last to board,
walking in a dream.
Very grateful.
© 2014 Julie Clark
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