The Shoreline | Poem

Another home…

Another seat of temporary comfort.

 
Another place where the wounded nomad can rest before moving on.

Because the nomad always moves on. 

This is because only through the pathless region can one meet the face of God.

And when the nomad sees their reflection they’ll realize that the things that they sought were the things that they hadn’t acknowledged as what they’ve always carried with them.

Where were they to end their journey?

When would the steps along the path finally sate their desire to exhaust themselves?

Would that day ever come?

Will that day ever end?