Saturday, April 22, 2017

"Right here"

I have held the wanderlust that consumes my heart
In the palm of my open hand.
Examining it. 
Trying to understand it.
When was it born? 
Has it always been there?
and what, exactly, is it?
A desire to run from something?
or to it?
and I've been praying,
"God, help me to find that feeling...
that feeling that I get when I travel. 
Help me to find it 
right here."

And tonight, 
as Ruby fought sleep for nearly an hour;
unable to succumb to rest
under the heavy blanket of
missing her daddy while he 
hikes the Highlands of Scotland.
I knelt next to her bed,
Tickling her back and caressing her hair.

I am here. 
I am here.
I am here.

and as her eyelids settled together
I whispered,
"You are my Scotland."

and I meant it.



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