packed

Two men.
Walking on the pathway towards their peace.
Swaying from side to side,
Speaking words as they proceed.

Some think they're drunk.
Others think they're just weird.
But every few metres seemed like a mild step in a desert with no way out.


They haven't been sleeping well for the past few days.

But the journey back refreshed one of them, so to speak, and completed the day for him.
Instead of words they were speaking, they were singing songs of praise, songs of worship.


Yes, they didn't converse much, although they had alot of similarities and burdens to share from the past week.
All they needed, however, were each others company, and the company of another special person, The Holy Spirit.




Thanks for the company, and all the countless times we've walked back and forth from your house to mine refusing to return home before the other does.
You're a true brother, John.


"Busy people change the world."