I’ve been a drifter most of my life, never fully committed.
Wavering between passion and my heart’s desire –
Often confusing the two.
Restless. Vagabond. Gypsy dreams.
I’ve always known where my allegiance lie’s
Firmly planted in my faith.
Crossing borders – we held hands and kissed the skies at night.
But now my feet are dirtier, my toes have dug in deep.
This will be our earthly place
securing strong roots.
Reaching high to give them flight upon the wings that he’ll provide.
Stepping into wilderness with wildflowers in my hair.
Dare I take my children there?
Countryside calls my name
echoing — reverberate
chicken feed tossed to the sky
re-fertilizing the earth
We make our home.
No longer nomadic
this pilgrim finds her rest.
Cast iron crust – hot stove
unearthing and discovery,
raising blessed offspring-