One step off the plane and already it feels like home,
The familiar smell lingering in the humid air,
The accents of the man at customs,
I missed this,
It’s 4am now and we need a place to stay for a few hours before we’re whisked off to the 10 acres and 52 smiling children,
A cheap room for a couple hours, easy,
Ask a driver, give him a tip and before you know it there’s a knock on the door and your friendly, neighbourhood Canadian pastor is telling you to get out of bed,
It’s good to see the Dickie’s again,
Familiar roads, familiar faces and a warm welcome,
I’m home,
And it’s time for some football,
Grace, Peace and Blessings,
Brent
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment