i started to wander
as soon as i learned i could walk

i wandered farther and farther
and with each  passing day
i could no longer see my home
or remember what it was

once a year
my wandering would come to a a place of you
and we would chat
i would remember you
and you would tell me you never forgot

i kept wandering
i was searching for something to fill
the empty hole in my heart

i wandered into many things
and became obsessed
these things were not home however
and i never stayed for long

i wandered into a girl and boy
both equally important in this story
each lighting a match
each speaking words into me
each sharing stories from the period in which they were wanderers
they took their lit matches
placing them gently onto my heart

aflame i found my home
not one on this Earth
but one worth waiting for
worth serving for
worth loving for
worth dying for



Heaven

(jc)