Nomad At Night
Wind scorpions move safely under night’s cover
A long life’s journey erased on windswept dunes
The nomad travels under the stars
Following the rise of many moons
Final morning brings the fruit of hardship’s travels
Then the Nomad will lie down at the feet
Of He who watches in the West
Waving forward those He’s waited to meet
Surrounded by banquets, with music and song!
Hair shining the light of dawn’s grandeur
The nomad is amazed to see Him so
Never knowing his King was not poor
Surrounding those who’ve known nothing but want
Crowds come around to greet and embrace-
But the eyes of the arrivals, (for now there are many)
Stay on the beauty and love of One most welcoming Face.
Michele Marie
