Nomads

We are no longer a tribe
With mythic roots
To sustain us
We are without mooring
No roots and stories to give us wings
We came to this country
Renouncing all ties with our past
Becoming nomads
Forced to wander a stolen land
Searching for what we are
Not who we are
Searching for dreams of wealth and power
In a clay soil
Following one Moses
After another
From mountain top
To mountain top
In search of
A place to sing with the Angles
In a land of milk and honey

We search Outside of ourselves
Forgetting that what we seek
We can only find within the stardust
From which we are formed