I long to travel to far off lands.
See God’s beauty
His creation
The work of His hands.
The diversity of skin, of home, of outstretched ground.
He’s there in new places, ruined spaces, the ancient unfound.
The smell of the sea, the forest, the cave, the cafe
The colors of the seasons that soon fade away.
To drive without end to a home I’ve never been.
Oh how my heart yearns to be whole and to mend.
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