Why We Left

The hole in the soul that never quite gets filled is what drives us. The sound of a tinkling bell from a distant land is what calls us. We search and search under every rock and behind every tree, looking for the final thing. That which would satisfy forever and end our wandering and pandering. We are beggars and homeless, listless in gehenna until we hear that small voice say to us, "you have a home here. Come, then." And so we come, not knowing where we go, seeking daily our steps, over mountains and plains, valleys and still waters, no place to dwell on this earth, no place where we are completely at ease. We search because we cannot do otherwise. In mercy we have been shown a better way, a better place; and in bitterness we leave this world behind, clenching every grain of sand as it slips through our fingertips, until destitute and empty, we raise our empty hands and say, "I am free to find." And find we will. This is our hope and our calling. Wonderful wanderers.