Sonnets: High Altitude Faith
Sat next to someone in an airplane seat
who boldly asked if Jesus was my Lord.
Taken aback, her eyes I couldn’t meet.
“That’s such a pers’nal question”, I implored.
Beware of challenges when strangers dare
demand a testament of true belief,
especially when you’re stranded in mid-air
and changing seats your one shot at relief.
I asked if she was on a mission now –
perhaps a Mormon, or another group
had given her some quota or a vow
that she must add more members to their troop.
The engine stalled, she queried me again.
I grabbed her arm and shouted out, “Amen!”
