A place of light

We're all wanderers.

When it comes down to it, that's all we are.

Whether we are literally wandering, by walking from one place to another, which we do everyday, or our souls are wandering....searching.

It's as if our hearts are guiding us at times. We seek to be complete. We are looking for a place of light.

After days of rain, we ache to sit in the sun, the warm light.

We often think about finding a way to carry that warm light with us everywhere. The task seems so daunting at times, so impossible. Life seems so unbearably hard at times.

But with every hard second and every hard minute, we stretch, we grow. Stronger. Taller. Closer to that warm light. Closer to a place where we can keep it.

And, for brief moments we touch it. We sit in it. We bask in it. Like a sponge we soak up the warmth like a starving animal devours its food.

Then it's hard again.

But, always in our minds, is that moment. The moment of warmth. Light.

So we keep moving forward.

Because we know that one day we'll stumble upon a meadow full of light. And we will sit. And the light will be ours, to keep. Forever.

And all the icy cold heartache will melt in the sun.

And we will be complete.

No longer wanderers.