Blessed moments

This is about one of my favorite times of the day in working.

One of my favorite times of the day
When the line of vans hit the highway
The trails gets shorter as the exits appears
For a short few miles we are united as one white line
At the exits it becomes a race on who will be the last
Moments from when we circled up to pray
One has made their first stop to pick up the precious cargo
The community of the prayer for safety
Follows us as the vans become more full of children
Few have a long journey till the first stop
But that doesn't stop the wheels from moving
Minutes before we are waiting for the stragglers to fall in place
The space between us in the circle has become smaller
As the relationships have matured from acquaintances to friends even to siblings
For our purpose is not our own
We are bigger plan
The minutes that there is trail of vans
Falling one another is one favorite thing of mine
Uplifting and encouraging each other in a way we only could understand
Blessed interns of C-Hill

Author's Note

Beloved moments
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[V]

I can only agree with the reviews below, interesting write, thought provoking, also.

[Coyote Poetry]

A interesting poem.
"For our purpose is not our own
We are bigger plan "
Left the reader with thoughts to ponder. Life journey. Always a interesting one. Thank you Liz for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Kenneth The Poet]

Interesting write. It reminds me of the short time we get to spend with people and may never get to see again.