Not Luck
Today, as I drive for seven
hours,
I don’t put my trust in
luck.
That could be dangerous.
Driving through barren
deserts,
over steep mountain
passes,
going 80 miles an hour on
I40
among the
eighteen-wheelers,
feeling like a puppy in a
cattle herd.
Rolling down Beeline
highway
like marbles in a long,
curvy tube
as the sun turns the sky
pink
and long-armed saguaro
cactus
stand guard at Mesa’s
entrance.
Thank You for being
my traveling companion,
whether I’m home or on the
road.
I trust You, not luck.
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