Wednesday, September 10, 2008


all the hard words in the world
will not settle
the undercurrent of unrest;
life on the journey
is not home,
a divided soul
stumbles on
sidestepping in a terrain
that will always be foreign
but not without
a promise~
whispered above the din
in time, to know
as we are known.

1 comment:

paisley said...

some of us are seemily forever on that journey and never really find a place to call home... i count myself among the lucky as i have finally come to rest...

very inspirational verse...