Delayed

We have arrived at the land of the delayed
Where we have joined the herds found at the gate.
All of our travel plans have been frayed,
And I am sure we will arrive a day late.
Still, there is our priest with a microphone,
Preaching a sermon that may give us hope.
It helps to know that we are not alone;
A congregation allows us to cope.
You find us collected in airports
And terminals across this great nation.
Though we may seem, at times, all out of sorts,
We understand each’s indignation.
We ask for safe, timely arrival,
To never again go through this trial.