It's not restlessness
     but the quest for meaning
     that has herded me
     into this sojourning

    the dust of my life
    has not settled yet
    a voice is beckoning
    my mission I mustn't forget

   every self of its own
   does need careful cleansing
   there's pollution unceasing
   suffocating and threatening

   my heart I'll wear
   on my sleeve in this offing
   home I'll not be heading
   until I've found my soul's healing.