I’m on the road
to Repentance,
tangled in traffic of
the heart, listening to
psalms on the radio.
At the intersection of
Hope and Regret,
I check with fevered eyes
for later flights, but find
no fixed times of departure.
A fragrance of doubt
clings like afternoon rain.
I lift my soul from the
pedal for one thin moment.
I’m late but on my way.
—Michael James Fitzgerald
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This is excellent! I can see many of my YSA kids at the airport. I wish I could help them before they got there so their travels would be easier, but I also know many times mistakes lead to better decisions. Thanks for the insight. SLY
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Thank you!
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Bishop-Elder Smith, you always were/are generous with your compliments! Thank you.
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