Dome Valley

Dome Valley - a tiny warmth within highlights the signThat marks the turnoff from the southbound highway.But I don’t turn. I keep going toward a familiar metropolis.And the next morning I find out that the person I seekIs half an hour East. That is further than I thought.I board the interstate and drive.The suburbs stretch outMile after mile, But then begin to thinAs I rise, rise, upon the back Of some small rangeOf mountains.I crest the summitAnd again see a sign - Dome Valley.Something swells within me as I gaze down Upon the green fields of lettuce and kale.And it wraps me up in the sweet knowingThat I have again found the sheltering cloud and fiery pillar.Thank you, dear God, that this is home for a whileAnd that I have a work to do hereA person to love and findAnd a healing to receiveAs I rest beneath The canopyThat you spread over all thoseWho keep moving toward the holy place.