Crash

Location

Water.

Floundering.

Almost drowning.

 

Remnants of a man-made aircraft smolder in the sea.

Where am i?

 

Business suits,

skinny jeans,

high heels,

t-shirts,

sweaters,

skirts,

blankets,

diapers

bobbing in the aftermath.

 

Suitcases,

magazines,

lipstick,

laptops,

i-pods,

cell phones,

photographs,

love notes

littering the waves.

 

What matters most?

 

Where am i?

 

terrified faces.

screams create an eerie dissonance against the waves.

People are dying,

so do I care?

how much do I care?

where am I?

 

when my world crashes, what do I do?

when their world crashes, what do I do?

 

terrified souls may hide behind smiling faces.

laughter and chatter are only masks to the emptiness inside

don’t be deceived.

agonized screams echo from the hollowest laughter,

 

 and a nation can put up a Christian front

while slaughtering those who carry the Name.

 

that is why I do this.

that is why I board this plane.

that is why I join the fugitives in their own country:

to proclaim the Truth to those who live a lie

                  by choice,

                  or by force.

 

and this story is for me

just as much as you.

so here I stand,

ticket in hand,

ready to board a plane

that I hope will land.

 

Where are you?

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