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When I was a kid
and we’d go on a trip,
I remember the anticipation
vying with the tedium:
excited expectation
to get there,
the goal of arrival –
against the endless,
tiring sameness
of going on and on and on…
So now I ask:
Are we almost there yet?
And how will I know
when I get there?
What will it look like?
Will I know when I have made it?
Can I look forward to stopping someday?
Or is it a journey
without an end,
a trip with no destination
and no estimated time of arrival?
Lee
05 - 11 - 12
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They have greatly oppressed me from my youth, but they have not gained the victory over me.
Plowmen have plowed my back and made their furrows long.
But the Lord is righteous; he has cut me free from the cords of the wicked.
Psalm 129:2-4
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