The Emissary

All of life; my soul has been a wanderer;
in search of some vague destination;
in all of its storms; lightning and thunder;
I’m searching for personal validation.

I’ve lived; loved; succeeded; and failed;
mostly in search of other’s acclaim;
it matters little; whether cursed or hailed;
I only want love, attached to my name.

The world, around me, is an empty stage;
its end, seems drawing so near;
I no longer feel compunction to engage;
illusions are nothing to fear.

Though I was born here; it isn’t my home;
regardless of any personal inclination;
for I am that prodigal; who chose to roam;
seeking a more permanent destination.

I am that eagle, who has left the nest;
a bird, that once knew how to fly;
a soujourner assigned a personal quest;
to be completed; before I die.

Now that I’m older; I now live all alone;
to some; this thought may appear odd;
this world shall never become my home;
my heart still belongs to God.

I am, but a whisper emanating from above;
there’s nothing greater to be or do;
I am the emissary carrying God’s love;
and so, my dear one, are you!

Monty 11/5/23. # 1,845