A Million Miles From Home

Like a distant radio station out there, somewhere, is a song calling in the glimmer of light falling, a voice carried upon the air as persistent as a prayer. It whispers in the wind blowing here to there, and back again. It pushes through me with an alluring awe and beckoning beauty. I feel a million miles from home Out in this desert all alone. I sit under the sky of blue and feel the soft wind too. I see the sun passing by watching, like God's open eye. There's a weariness within the weight of worldly sin. It's a long way home from where I now roam. Yet, I can't stay still following the spirit's will. Best to travel light while carrying this blight, old worn boots and a hat nothing more than that. Trust the love of strangers in this land of dangers. Places come, places go, all things above, and all things below. On and on we all must roam... for we're still a million miles from home. The deaf will listen, the blind shall look the answers await us, in an ancient book. Perhaps only the heart can truly understand the incredible gift offered to man. We are all a million miles from home and tired to the bone, but out here what can we do, where can we go? We'll just keep moving forward, until we find we know what yet we do not know.