The wandering Jew. 9/4/2007

So i sit not yet homeless yet knowing that such times are close at hand. The nomadic cells begin to electrify the rest of those docile cells. Searching for a new serenity in which to lay my head within. A temporary home until my own is truly found... To envy those that have stability to return to... Mine shall be that of simplicity & elegance... A true dream come to fruition... for one day I'll claim my acres. One day. 40 years we wandered 40 more shall I (maybe). Yet I'll not serve man for that reason alone... there is much need elsewhere. Peace shall come at anytime I need only find it. Shalom.