The Travelers Prayer Poem by James Long II

Oh my soul I have returned
And brushed the dust from off my boots
To weary, rest, in waters cool
And sing to you of love

Oh my soul I've come again
And laid my head before your feet
To talk, in truth, to pray that you
Can take me as I am

I feel your gaze across my skin
Like the breeze before a storm
Your laughter and your sadness
Burn
Soothing the places I have torn

I fear to part
From you
My true north star
For I dont know to whence we go
But let me stay a while and lose the world
Let drifting tracks fill up with snow