Over and Back

I drove recently to the earth’s end, paid the toll, and then reluctantly launched off across a great sea.  No one witnessed this exodus but a stray gull or two who paused in flight seagull.jpgquestioningly squawking to one another “why, why?”  I made no reply and traveled on.

The sea rolled beneath me with little white caps that frowned on my endeavor while a gentle breeze whispered, “hurry.  Hurry back!”

Time seemed almost suspended as I drifted interminably forward and soon my mind began to spin as if I had crossed some foreign time zone into a land of sighs.  I shook off the darkness by repeating the mantra, “soon, soon I will return.”

Before long I was a swirl in a kaleidoscope of turmoil and noise, my heart racing, my knuckles white.  I persevered gulping thin air beneath a greying sky until mercifully some mysterious magnet pointed north, pulling me toward white sand and salty air.

I floated atop the great sea, white caps smiling warmly, past the two gulls, and back beneath blue skies and open fields waving like old friends relieved to see me.

I was home again on the Eastern Shore.
(Pastor’s Point in the Sunday bulletin)

Backroad

Pastor’s Point--David R. Denny (Ph.D.) Drummondtown Baptist Church–Accomac, Va 23301–October 20, 2019

I took a backroad to the wedding.

 It slithered along the soybean fields like a black snake seeking cover from prying eyes.

It’s called the Seaside Road; there is no sea in sight, but I know it’s just beyond the distant treetops, and that gives it authenticity.

Backroads are like sweet dreams that lend midnight wings and urge you to soar. They promise a world undiscovered and never disappoint.

I drove with the windows down, a requirement for country adventures. The pace was slow, slow enough for me to toss all my worries out the passenger side window, a form of therapy underrated by most gold fingered psychologists.

Along the way,  I breathed air nobody had yet breathed and imagined a white wedding dress in a 5th Avenue store display.

When I finally arrived, a colossal red horse barn seemed to hang in the air like the ancient gardens of Babylon, and I knew then that it would be a memorable evening.

And when the night birds finally summoned me home, I was forever thankful that…

I took a backroad to the wedding.
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