Written early 2009. Chemineau thoughts.
I am a vagabond.
I belong to another place--a far country.
My soul is not tied to this rock.
My heart is free of cares in this world.
My life is bigger than the confines of the planet.
I am anti-gravity.
I go about in rags, wandering, destitue--looking for my home.
I am an alien. I am a stranger.
My eyes are constantly seeking, seeking the Great City.
I live in the Wait. I carry the Ache.
I am a whisper. I am a vapor. I am a phantom.
I am the breath of eternity. I ride upon the wind.
My heart is fixed on the journey.
I am pressing on toward Zion.
I am confident in the world unseen.
I rest assured in the reality of an invisible Kingdom.
My senses cannot confine me.
Write it across my brow: just passing through.
I freely admit, I do not belong here.
My longing is for another place.
My deepest affections are for another Master.
My aim is for another goal.
I am a traveler. Pilgrim. Vagabond.
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[Reprise]
I live in the Wait. I carry the Ache.
Looking...
Past the veil.
The beautiful unseen.
The glorious mystery.
Crying, "Come!"
Heart unfettered.
Anti-gravity.
Traveler.
Asking. Seeking. Knocking.
Desperate to behold.
Possessing no alternatives.
Willing one thing.
One great obsession:
Only Him.
