Sojourner

I've a memory of a distant island,
Lush green jungles imprinted on my mind.
The tinkling glimmer of dancing fireflies,
Glittering stars painting the night skies.

Then come orange groves and palm trees lining streets.
Warm summer days and sunsets at the beach.
Singing to the mesmerizing glow of firelight flickering,
Green-grey waves foaming and breaking.

Cathedral bells laugh and sing in a colder destination.
The sensation of the tintinnabulation
Overwhelming the senses
Like tinsel on a Christmas tree sparkles and shines.

Now I watch summer storms here embrace
The wide open spaces of this place,
With the racing wind whistling and rustling
And the pompous waltz of thunder and lightning.

But where to next? I don't know.
What amazing new places might He show?
Looking heavenward I move forward,
Remembering...I'm a sojourner.

And in many different places that I go,
Glistening raindrops still console.
Every new place the same but not.
Yet He never changes; He's my Rock.