Gone and Home

As far away
from home I run
I must run
back again.

As far from God
and love and joy
I wander
without thought.

The journey back
is just as long
and feels
even longer.

Tis better, perhaps
to just not leave
the known
and comfort here.

But I seek more
than what I know
and love,
I made and I own;

and always
the journey home
brings a joy
of its own.