Going Home

He is in a fishing boat
She is in the mountains
I am in a pew
As the tug of a fish pulls on his line he experiences the exhilaration of life
The wind gently rustles through the treetops and she feels the awe of creation
I sit in silence staring at a cross and feel the peace of redemption 
We are all just trying to get home
Does it matter how we get there? 

By: Amelia Faith Pratt

Age 19

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