"Finding Home Along the Way"
Each dawn arising adding yet another page
to this story we’re writing.
As evening falls upon our yellow house
we look forth to the beaming stars
the iridescent moon that holds dear the things forgotten,
that is found in the silver lining.
These well-worn streets, the grass like emeralds
those ever-falling leaves
feeling them beneath my feet,
hearing their gentle whispers
against the autumn breeze, softly reminding me
this is home in my familiar little town.
Moving on, letting go, changing with the seasons
holding to the joys and tears,
the hopes and fears
as grasping branches in the dark
vying for my attention the memories we’ve shared
these thoughts holding me captive.
Like the One who holds time
as sand in an hourglass,
unknowing where this road will go
as I search
for love and meaning.
This time has been spent
though we were brought here,
with my curious gypsy heart
there’s something more out there,
I cannot deny the echoes
beckoning for me to go
nothing to be tying me down.
Now in this place, it’s what I’ve longed for
leaving behind the old,
beginning anew under this desert sky
this is where I belong.
Like an asylum for the wandering soul
yearning for a beacon of hope,
this is now our haven;
more than the crystal sky
and prickling cactus standing confidently,
the palms swaying and dancing
the spring breeze caressing their leaves.
It is the people, family, this brightly bustling city
ever drawing us together, just to be.
No matter where I go,
we’ll never be too far apart
I know we’ll always be home
forevermore as in our hearts
this tale of our lives is rooted here now.
Standing strong as skyscrapers stretching towards the sky
even in the dark
the beauty of our land cannot dim.
I feel the sun’s rays
as I trod along the path,
on the ones who go along on their way.
Like an orchestra, each has a place
every note fitting together
in the grander picture.
It’s been a long road,
but I’ve come so far
as if led by Ariadne’s string
along this journey
from the God who gives every borrowed breath.
Always home with no regrets
holding to the sunsets and the sunrises,
revealing the beauty of time
as it holds both the highs and lows
blending together as it paints the sky forever,
finding home along the way.