Wandering Child

I feel it
I hear it
The screaming in my heart and mind
The scream of silence

Five generations of my blood have walked this land, have called it home
But, this place is not my home

I did not know
How can you know what you have never missed?

Now I have walked in foreign lands and heard the spirits
I have walked on distant shores and the spirits have walked with me
They told me their earth was once my home
The people, once my people
But no more

They showed me times past
Distant lands where my future lies
From sandy desert to deep river valley
High snow capped peak to wind swept plain

I felt them speak to me
Whispering too me
Willing me to walk there once more

But one, louder than the rest called to me
Come home little child
You have wandered too far
Come
Rest your weary head in my embrace

I feel it
I hear it
The screaming in my heart and mind
The scream of silence
For this land is not my own
And her spirits are strangers to me

Wandering Child

TerraChild

Penrith, Australia

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Artist's Description

Hole in the soul, lost place, longing and the need for home and spirituality

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