The Long Walk Home
I measure the distance
By cracks in the sidewalk
The number of houses
The minute hand on my watch
The worn out soles of my ten
dollar sneakers
Or the puffy white clouds
that pass me by
The ocean of space in the
deep blue sky
The notes of the songs that
play in my ears
These are the landmarks that
I've seen though the years
But not the real markers that
guide my way
These are much deeper - not
of water and clay
These are the yearnings that
I feel in my heart
Seeking some solace and to make
a new start
“Dreams and schemes and
Circus Crowds”
My inner spirit cries aloud
For meaning and purpose – just why and how?
Now I turn the corner and
what do I see
The end of my journey just ahead down the street
Decisions I make for today or
tomorrow
May well provide me with great joy or some sorrow
So I watch my feet as they
step along
Then look up at the trees as
I hear a new song
Not made of notes or rhythms
or chords
But angelic voices coming
straight from the Lord
Guiding my steps as I find a
new way
Urging me onward to greet the new
day
Though I may no longer measure each stride
I just picture the ocean and the roaring tide
For the inner journey is not
on the ground
But deep in my soul where
true life is found
So now I’m nearing my
welcoming door
And the long walk home has
been traveled once more.
