Sojourning

view of a man on city street
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I don’t speak the language
I don’t know their signs
But I understand their reasons
and I know what it feels like
to eat, sleep and breathe
pursuit of happiness.

I remember and still feel the draw of
that cancer, not yet fully
eradicated in me.
Something beats deeper
something I can’t explain
because there are no words
just a man.

I heard him say,
“Come to me, all you weary
and heavy burdened and I will give you
rest”
and I understood.

That language, that tongue
that love
I know it
somehow
somewhere before I was here-
I know it’s my native tongue.

He speaks my language
He is my kin
I know this man
even though I’ve never met him.

I know his words
I understand
even though I still can’t manage
to do what I know he says.

But he speaks my tongue
He gave me this voice
He is home and I am
sojourning.

4 thoughts on “Sojourning”

  1. Thank you! It’s always encouraging to hear someone was helped or touched by something you wrote. ❤️

  2. This verse I read tonight makes so much sense in light of what you wrote!

    5 He made it a decree in Joseph when he went out over the land of Egypt. I hear a language I had not known:
    6 “I relieved your shoulder of the burden; your hands were freed from the basket.
    7 In distress you called, and I delivered you; I answered you in the secret place of thunder; I tested you at the waters of Meribah. Selah – Psalm 81:5-7

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