As far as the eye sees
To the horizon and all around
Nothing but endless emptiness
I cannot go back for futility it’s not
The voice whispering within
This is the way walk in it
Not a sound, not a soul, not a wind
But all light, bright, silent and peace
The strangeness in my heart
I bear to the land beyond
Strange tongues surrounded me
Too long, too long, away from home
Renewed in every step
Refreshed by the stars
Strengthened in every breathe
And my food is my heart
As the blind sees not the stars
The prophet knows not the future
But only the assurance of the truth
Thus I walk the endless vastness
Feb 13, 2020
Feb 13, 2020 at 7:14 AM UTC
As far as the eye sees
To the horizon and all around
Nothing but endless emptiness
I cannot go back for futility it’s not
The voice whispering within
This is the way walk in it
Not a sound, not a soul, not a wind
But all light, bright, silent and peace
The strangeness in my heart
I bear to the land beyond
Strange tongues surrounded me
Too long, too long, away from home
Renewed in every step
Refreshed by the stars
Strengthened in every breathe
And my food is my heart
As the blind sees not the stars
The prophet knows not the future
But only the assurance of the truth
Thus I walk the endless vastness
Blessed are those whose strength is in You,
whose hearts are set on pilgrimage.
As they pass through the Valley of Baca,
they make it a place of springs;
even the autumn rain covers it with pools.
They go from strength to strength,
until each appears before God in Zion.
[Ps 84:5-7]