I’ve visited exotic lands
Of wide variety
Each exciting, different, rare
Delights all sense with colour, flare
Yet somehow I’m found unaware
A piece of heart is caught, ensnared
And then that gap… a question bares
Where is my heart at home?
I’ve lived in places that I love
Of familiarity
Steep myself in those I know
Friends and loved ones I adore!
Places along which I grow
Places, which I label home…
Knowing though, they are not so
Where then, is my home?
For somehow, still I’m wandering
I cannot settle down
You see, I’m subject to propulsion
Lumbered with a yearning yawn
Always wanting something more
Always searching for a place
Always never quite at home
Is that the end that waits me?
To be always searching for my home?
Aching for that “always more”?
A wanderer, until I find
Where sparrows nest and nurse their young
Where bouncers bounce in joy
Where one day betters all the best
Where my heart sighs… enough, to rest
where You are
7 comments:
I like the new layout and the post's pretty good too! A little inspiration from psalm 84 peut-etre?
dish! i can't make it up ont thurs - sis is up for weekend on friday and have no money until dreaded loan and grant comes through!!! argh have a class time though and ill see you when we all meet up in paris. will get over to grenohbluh too - welcome also in freiburg anytime
Do to France what they did to Canada
and what would that be?!
I love it. will write you a wee analysis of it and you can see if i get the same as what you get from it. Cal
Dish, I know how you feel. Although sometimes I like to deny it, and hope that everyone else feels at home somewhere and that I will slowly be able to become like them. Alas, the charade cannot last long, and I am back to wrestling with 'where do I belong?', 'what should I do?', 'where should I go?'
Good work brother. My heart knows your yearning.
I mean sister... so sorry... mind elsewhere entirely! :)
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