When the land whispers
Don't be a stranger
That irresistible call to come home
To the wandering swear an allegiance
Renew an old contract to roam
I felt in my heart a great yearning
Leave a life so beholden to time
So I packed up my promise
To face the uncertain
To attend to lost loves and landlines

Seven miles I will walk so uncertain
Seven miles I will walk in delight
Seven miles inconsolable mourning
Seven more unquestionably right
Some miles my heart will be empty
Some miles I will rage and I'll cry
Some miles I will crawl like a motherless baby
But the last mile I will take to the sky

Let journeys outshine destinations
Intuition out destin our fears
Let blisters be teachers
With blessings bestowed
Let the darkness restore us as seers
I'll make these pathways my companions
Be witnessed by what cannot be seen
Be peregrine, be pasture, be tiny, be vaster
Be as soft as green moss and be free