The Seat Next to Me

For that day she waits, and she waits.
She quickly blinked and here it came.
She’s now at the gate, about to board.
She fiddles her thumbs and checks her passport once more.

She finds her seat—it’s 14A.
Next to the window, she watches other planes.
She says goodbye to her life in this place,
And she sits there, thinking about what awaits.

The girl on the plane that came to this place—
Oh, how much she’s grown and how much she’s changed.
The wheels lift, and she looks down.
She sees a part of her heart still on the ground.

But she’s on this adventure, waiting to find
Where the other parts of her heart reside.
Somewhere out there, she just knows
There are people she hasn’t met that someday she’ll call her own.

The Lord is her home, and as she learns in time,
Her home is in Him, not in an address line.
She then turned to see Who had sat in 14B.
He smiled—and she knew quite immediately.

He asked her gently, “Are you ok?”
She replied with a smile, “As long as You’re with me.”
“I’ll never leave you—know this for sure.
I’ll always be in the seat next to yours.”

By Ava Jackson