The Journey Home

Restless how slowly life seems to flow in youth, ever in a hurry and on the go, rushing toward the coming of age living quick and fast on a passing stage finding out nothing truly lasts; suddenly the sojourner is cast looking here, looking there only to find life is everywhere filling every step with inner wants and needs searching for something in which to believe in prayer and distress, reality fades in its undress; questioning, what were we looking for at best? Age sedated in its comfort crown the long life rush slowing down a steady pace of holding our dreams in place unachieved and still needy in etchings imperceptible progressions; no longer an obsessive race here, safe, secure in life space held close within its embrace returning back in time's run to where it had all begun accepting one by one the long journey home has come back to the Lord, now done. 7/18/21 Tat Tvan Asi for the Unseeking Seeker