Once, a long time ago, I opened my heart up to a holy person, a priest of the Lord, about how stressed I was in my life, about how, even though I tried to follow God and goodness, that I had no peace.
He told me, “Michele, when you truly become a woman of prayer, all your dreams of peace will be realized…” inspired words…
That person has long since passed away, but his words stay with me.
I’m still trudging along… but I’ve come far since then…
I certainly have more peace than I had then, but I realize life is a journey, and we’ve never fully arrived until we’ve reached our true homeland, the next life…
Nomad At Night
Wind scorpions move safely under night’s cover
A long life’s journey erased on windswept dunes
The nomad travels under the stars
Following the rise of many moons
Final morning brings the fruit of hardship’s travels
Then the Nomad will lie down at the feet
Of He who watches in the West
Waving forward those He’s waited to meet
Surrounded by banquets, with music and song!
Hair shining the light of dawn’s grandeur
The nomad is amazed to see Him so
Never knowing his King was not poor
Surrounding those who’ve known nothing but want
Crowds come around to greet and embrace-
But the eyes of the arrivals, (for now there are many)
Stay on the love and beauty of One most welcoming Face.