Postcards - Cindy Morgan

At seventeen she ran away to the city

Thought she would find herself there

Scared and afraid, she pan-handled all day

To get enough for a one-way fare

And a taxi to the nearest greyhound bus

Made a call, mom said please come home to us

I’m searching, I’m traveling

My life’s been unraveling

I still don’t know where this will lead

Enjoying the weather

I’ll get it together so don’t worry

I’ll send you a postcard

From my journey to me

Crawled through the desert

And swam in the ocean

Tried meditation

And a few magic potions

Marched at the Whitehouse

Agianst the attacks

Sent a call out to Buddah

But he never called back

And I’m thinking there must be something

I have missed

What do you think of all this

I’m searching, I’m traveling

My life’s been unraveling

I still don’t know where this will lead

Enjoying the weather

I’ll get it together so don’t worry

I’ll send you a postcard

From my journey to me

If you can’t find all the answers from anyone else

You’ll just have to see for yourself

Under a blanket and up on a mountain

A sleeping bag prayer

Where she drank from the fountain

Thought about Sunday school

Thought about Jesus

Love that’s so simple, grace that’s so genius

And just like those ruby red slippers you know

The answers were there in her soul

I’m searching, I’m traveling

But I’m not unraveling

I still don’t know where this will lead

Enjoying the weather, it feels like forever

Since I’ve seen Tennessee

This is the last of my postcards

I’ll be back home by the next star

I love you all with all my heart

Sincerely, Me