Veins of ivy

Veins of ivy
 
You begin to long for a home you never had,
not know where home is, nor in what direction.
 
When the sun lifts from the ocean, there comes a moment
          of parting –
from the blue depths to the pure white sky.
 
Veins of ivy cling to stones no longer visible.
This tender green wall is not what it seems.
 
Onward, weary traveler.  Let your heart sustain you.
Not your heart but His heart inside yours.
 
Let whatever rain my come, settle the dust,
          scrub clean the sky.
You’ve arrived at the last outpost.  From here you continue
          on foot.
 
Take heart.
There are markers along the way.
 
O child of God, dangers of the path are within,
as familiar as the veins in your hand.