Friday, October 11, 2013

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.

Larry Hosack  October 2013

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