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August 19, 2013

When movement ends—one day, I will find home.
One day I will find home—not just a bed,
not just four walls, a roof above my head—
when movement ends, one day, I will find home.
When I was young, I was alive (I am).
The old are young, the young are old, and I
feel rather closer to the grave than sky.
When I was young, I was alive (I am).
But Father, I am going places—yes.
A home, a grave—these places call to me
and say, “In me, you’ll find your rest, you’ll see,”
so Father, I am going places.

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