Time
Time blurs memories,
glimpses tease
the tired,
weary
mind.
Maybe it makes
leaving
easier.
Space allowed
the God
the Savior
who promises
fullness
in its time,
wellness that is
whole.
No lament,
peace comes
with trust…
the trust of
dancing all the way
through
fingertips
to space free
and breathless.
A love pure
and simple
wrapped in praise
never ending.
It is time to go home.
to honor JJ
jshields
11.25.15
Lessons from the Road 