A Long Way There
I fall asleep with the desire on my heart. With a plan in my mind. But when my eyes start to open, Before the sunrise, I start thinking of my escape. My excuse. My bed is so warm. My limbs-- so weak. I can go another time. It's still dark out-- I should go-- Back to sleep. But as I sit in silence and waiting, The faintest voice calls for me. So I get up. Put my random clothes on. And I'm out the door. Wheels turning. Eyes slightly drifting away, But always returning to the center-- To what's straight ahead. As I arrive to my destination, I feel a mix of anxiety and excitement. The regrets and complaints begin to fly away as I make my way towards the door. And when I open it, I'm flooded with the glow of my magnificent King. Slightly different than the last time I saw Him, But, oh, still the same. I take a knee. And I look up to this "thing" I so hesitantly visited, And I'm mystified. For I am at peace now. I am home.
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