LEAVING AND COMING HOME

I shall leave my home with its cactus, and
Its orange tree of ripening fruit,
And search for happiness
The color of the sea.

I have been there at the sea,
At low tide walking on cool wet sand,
Streamlets of water washing my feet,
Leaving
For a moment in time,
The cast of footprints on the beach,
A mark of holiness in its way.

I have been there Lord, the image speaks,
And I am here.