Displaced

. I was displaced I never saw it coming There were no storm clouds on the horizon No red skies in the morning in warning. . I never saw it coming I was just suddenly displaced I found myself in a Mahanaim A long long way from home. . I do not belong here, I cried I was made for a different place This place is not my pace This place is not my home. . I want to be back in yesterday I want to be back home They speak a different language here And my soul is longing for its home. . . ~~~~~~~©2012 susan williams