I am not at home here.
I keep thinking that I will turn the corner
And find it in someone, something, some place.
But my people are not of this world.
And so, I keep moving, searching,
Now and then thinking
That I have found the place
Where I can rest.
But inevitably, I discover
That there are places they cannot go.
And each friend finds, in course of time, his people,
He finds his place in the world
And settles down.
And two can't walk together
When one is called to stay
And another called to wander.
And so we part,
He to his congregation
And I to my solitude.
And to the world, I am alone.
And God alone knows that I am not.