Ponds

the bus seems to race down the road,

And yet the trip seems endless.

Out the window, homes blur as we pass by….

All are longing, passengers squirm and babies cry.

We want to go home, we want to travel.

We are all in the same boat, on the same pond.

  
And then I see You.

Standing.

Home.

It’s where the heart is.

About eteal

Reverend Teal is a minister, chaplain, artist and storyteller. She specializes in the human-animal bond and all its healing aspects.
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