By: Don Pax
In metal tubes, we soar through skies,
Trusting hands we’ve never met.
On waves, we sail, ‘neath starry eyes,
With captains, we cannot vet.
On crowded streets, in buses packed,
We place our lives in stranger’s care.
Our faith in systems stays intact,
Though faces change, we’re unaware.

So why, then, doubt what lies beyond?
The unseen force that shapes our days?
Perhaps in trust, we’ll find our bond With God,
who guides in hidden ways.
The Observer
Awesome
We will find our bond with God