The Traveler

He was flying out of Boston heading down to Houston Part of his quarterly run one that he had so often done And as he took his seat settling in with a slight grin A load off of his feet and another big company win Flying smoothly through the air and a cocktail in hand Conditions were basically fair and soon they would land Putting his seat slightly back and slightly resting his eyes With everything so on track then suddenly there were loud cries A sudden jolting dip and a seemingly complete loss of power This once promising business trip could now be his last hour Many were panic stricken, screaming, crying, and praying aloud When the lights start flickering it is not the time to be proud He seen everything before his eyes every moment of his life In saying his last goodbyes he instinctively thought of his wife He couldn't go, he had to stay, as he loudly cried out in pain When suddenly he began to pray as his final moments wane The plane pulled out of it, though many were never again the same Not all I will admit but that business man who called out Our Lord's Name He kept that promise he made that day 9:00am every Sunday morning Saying the reason why I now pray is to thank God for His warning