Some people travel in straight lines;
sat in metal boxes, eyes ahead,
always mindful of their target,
moving in obedience to coloured lights and white lines
mission accomplished at journey's end.
Some people travel round in circles:
trudging in drudgery,
eyes looking down, knowing only too well their daily, unchanging round
moving in response to clock and to habit
journey never finished, yet never begun.
I want to travel in patterns of God's making:
walking in wonder,
gazing all around, knowing my destiny though not my destination
moving to the rhythm of the surging of his spirit.
A journey which when life ends, in Christ has just begun.
by Julie McGuiness
