Curing The Familiar

Why do we wander towards different places,
Looking to cure familiarity by creating new sets of same-old?
Can we dig deep into the present, the current,
Enough to satisfy the wayward heart?
I believe we can look into the eyes of others
In different places which stir us,
And we can find not only what we want to change
But how we can rest within everything we already have.


Wandering Weathered

How far were you stretched from home?
Wandering weathered, which was needed,
The cost greater than anticipated,
The cuts and calluses deeper and harder.
You were never far off course,
As much as expected, but never lost,
Because of the tension of the ropes
You were pulled back home.
And there you collapsed into familiar,
And there you fell in under the directive:
Wade, wade in the water
God’s going to trouble the water.