When you are weary with the uncertainty –
the constant moving of your nomadic heart –
when you are craving the roots of home,
but fear there is no home for you –
Bask in the remembering – you were made for adventure.
And if the awakening comes that you missed the directions,
took the wrong path –
be blessed with the courage to blaze a new trail,
even should it mean beginning again.
Cling to hope and be fearless
and rest in the wisdom of one who went before:
Not all who wander are lost.
So be blessed in your wandering –
you are not invisible.
You are not lost.
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