Deep within, a rediscovered country
alive, verdant, teeming, clean all along.
Each step into that before effortless,
a note found in a long neglected song
of praise, of joy. I wonder why I left
and what I've found since I've been gone and where
I thought I'd find a place that would nourish
the hunger of that me, barely aware
of what dust he shook from his worn sandles
as he walked away from that house of G-d
(but never away from G-d, no, never
away from the light). A decades-long wan-
dering enriched me and humbled me. Then,
I knew where I had to go. And went. Amen. 

Written in community with VerseLove, a community that writes a poem every day of April. The prompt for today: "think about the landscapes that shape you".