end of the line

i sometimes think thoughts are like planes, flying overhead, waiting for someone to pick them out of the air and i always think of the line from the invitation for communion “lift up your hearts, we lift them to the lord” and imagining people lifting their hearts into the air while a 747 flies over.

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