My Village – My Life

“The Road is Rough but
It is the Only Way Home!”

By Larry H. Spruill

I have known villages
both ancient and modern…
I have an ancestral village in Nigeria…
I know not which or exactly where.
There is the Southern village of my birth…
where horse driven buggies
creaked along dusty dirt roads.
My native place
My coming forth into this world.
But there is the village of my life and heart.
My place of nurturing and preparation.
My village…My sacred place..
My Mount Vernon.
The village from which I was sent forth
to walk the ends of our
delightful, delicious and dangerous earth.
The big blue marble floating in space.
My global village.
My life has been a journey,
a series of rest stops, experiences,
and divine nudgings to keep moving on…
safari after safari…
following bright lights
in purple-blue midnight skies
never getting too comfortable
one voyage to the next voyage
to the next…
Following an inner compass
with no true
north, south, east or west…
yet living a precise, infallible charted map
pointing to places of personal providence
itineraries laden with yellow brick roads,
strewn with pot holes, and ditches
which must be traversed
while looking for
the smooth downhill
black top of life
where there is no weariness…
no worry…no wanting …
just the knowing that the village…
yes, home, cannot be
to far beyond the horizon.
Which village? Which home?
Of course…
My beloved village
adorned with childhood friends
familiar playgrounds and school yards
houses and buildings
streets and avenues
changing their faces everyday
threatening to transform themselves
beyond recognition while
flexing their budding urban muscles.
but…I am not impressed.
It is still the village
of my life and heart.
My place of nurturing and preparation.
My village…My place..
Mount Vernon.
From which I was sent forth
to walk the ends of our
delightful, delicious and dangerous earth.
I am now the prodigal son
Home amongst childhood friends
familiar playgrounds and school yards
houses and buildings.
Home after
safari after safari…
following bright lights
in purple-blue midnight skies
Home after
one voyage to the next voyage
to the next…
Following an inner compass
with no true
north, south, east or west…
Just one footstep after the next
along the path to the village
of my life and heart.
My place of nurturing and preparation.
My village…My place..
Mount Vernon.

October 20, 2005
Mount Vernon, New York

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