Wayfaring Stranger

I knew it first as a lullaby

to which I’d drift into dreams

at night, dreams, later, for a life

hopeful, adventurous

relevant and comforting

lyrics, melancholy melody

for a family always

on the move, it seemed

I know it now as a hymn

to which you make sense

of each step, your life

though you’ve been walking

the shores and beaches of

the same lake for the past

fifteen years, you collect your

fellow pilgrims, wooden, stiff

awaiting the same awakening

over Jordan, over home

I see my father