Heart Break and Travel force us to open to new possibilities, to change and to God….
The journey was a trial in itself,
The distance of never ending miles,
the tracks of never ending rattle,
guiding me home.
The place that gave ME back.
That walk up the hill
full of promise and the unknown..
It was unfit for life…
This place,
ice cold water to cleanse by,
fly tape to eat by,
and the rotting verandah to live on.
It gave life back.
It was here I found
acceptance
humanity
life itself.
Sleep was not often,
but enough to rest my soul.
I sat on the verandah as long as my body allowed.
Sitting on a plank of wood,
I would stare,
dream,
praise the Creator.
I walked by the light of the sun
and sat by the shine of the moon.
Both were mine.
I discovered
the taste,
the smell,
the touch
of life.
I dreamt of staying forever,
the nights of quiet displayed my Creator,
showed me Her juices is all it’s glory.
On this verandah I found
God’s reflected Glory
On this verandah I found
God’s reflected Grace.
It was here I learnt the Divine
acceptance,
space,
lust.
I will forever bathe in the moonlight of the verandah,
I will always hold in my heart,
those who
led me
to grab hold of life
to grab hold of my heart.
