A Sojourner, A visitor 
A temporary stay.

Traveling in foreign land
Home so far away.

Comforts, food, kin 
Traditions memory.

A longing, an ache
A sunset of sensory.

How do we travel on?
In dismay or storm?

Trajectory confused
Not the current of norm.

For this life does not endure
Like the one that is to come.

Sons, Daughters, Sojourners,
Till we reach eternal home.

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