It’s like a bad dream–
footfalls repeating their pattern
on the same path
going nowhere.

There is no danger,
yet you flee
in the wrong direction
away from the One
who will bring rest
refreshing, renewing.

Listening instead to the old, lying voices
keeping you from freedom
telling you another way
this way
any way
but the Only Way,

when all the time
He’s waiting there
at the end of the trail,
arms outstretched
to receive your frame,
bringing release from
the unnecessary flight
saying to you with joy, 
You’re home.

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