Traveler

Traveler

Long ago I was wandering,

No direction, no compass nor map,

Then I found what I was missing,

And I have been following this path.

I have stumbled, tripped and fallen since,

But the path remains unchanged

Winding, straight and narrow.

I am no more than a traveler

Slowly working my way home.

I count the stars as I drift to sleep

And watch as the sky is painted

Pink at dawn, then orange at dusk,

Sun gives sky to the moon.

I play a harp for Him,

As I worship along with the song birds,

and the otters swim by my side,

The stag lie with me in the grass,

and I converse with the ravens.

I have seen mountains on this earth,

Seas and fields of green too,

But I am convinced my home,

Is far more beautiful than those.