Migration is movement from one place to another to make a new home
As I roam from place to place, I feel the calling of home

Not sure where it is or where I will be
I know in my heart my new home is waiting for me

Roaming through green pastures
Clawing my way through briars 
I can only follow the path my heart and soul desires

When I break through the dense forest, what do I see
I fall to my knees and thank God for the Mansion He has made for me

January 5, 2023
Mark Waldrop