Dome Valley - a tiny warmth within highlights the sign
That marks the turnoff from the southbound highway. But I don’t turn. I keep going toward a familiar metropolis. And the next morning I find out that the person I seek Is half an hour East. That is further than I thought. I board the interstate and drive. The suburbs stretch out Mile after mile, But then begin to thin As I rise, rise, upon the back Of some small range Of mountains. I crest the summit And again see a sign - Dome Valley. Something swells within me as I gaze down Upon the green fields of lettuce and kale. And it wraps me up in the sweet knowing That I have again found the sheltering cloud and fiery pillar. Thank you, dear God, that this is home for a while And that I have a work to do here A person to love and find And a healing to receive As I rest beneath The canopy That you spread over all those Who keep moving toward the holy place.
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