What is this place we’ve come to?
This land of commonplace drudgery.
Where our journeying slightly jogs
along in dull civility.
Where we crawl along on our bellies
in the slime, and the dirt
back to the place we now call home.
To think,
we fought giants to get here,
sang our way through dry sea beds
until we found a place to call our own.
Knowingly, we sought this place out,
prepared our hearts to settle down.
But now we’re here, it’s not
the promised land we hope for.
We live in the belly of a slug
that digests us daily in its juices.
It rots us until we capitulate to its
tedious slumbering pace.
I look back through time,
tracing our pathway here, and wonder.
When did we lose the joy of wandering?
When did we surrender
our curiosity to sluggishness?
Love, come, awaken desire in us.
Save us from this slavish apathy
that blinds us to your divine purpose.
Lift our eyes to the mountains,
so, our hearts can take flight
unfettered,
and set us free to wander
to where all our journeys end in wonder.
Come, love, breathe into us
a passion for living that makes us
strangers to all that is not love.
