I am in Exile, a Sojourner

I am in exile, a sojourner

A citizen of some other place

All I’ve seen is just a glimmer in a shadowy mirror

But I know one day I’ll see face to face

I am a nomad, a wanderer

I have nowhere to lay my head down

There’s no point in putting roots too deep when I’m moving on

Not settling for this unsettling town

My heart is filled with songs of forever

A city that endures, where all is made new

I know I don’t belong here, I’ll never

Call this place my home, I’m just passing through

I am a pilgrim, a voyager

I won’t rest until my lips touch the shore

Of a land that I’ve been longing for as long as I’ve lived

Where there’ll be no pain or tears anymore

My heart is filled with songs of forever

A city that endures, where all is made new

I know I don’t belong here, I’ll never

Call this place my home, I’m just passing through

(Poem – Dustin Kensrue of Thrice)

(Image – Christopher McCandless)