Beware the Conspectus Loci *

			What is this that I am?
			My social life is still predictable -
			But becoming less so -
			My mind when alone
			Wanders...
			Walks through foreign lands.
			Such abnormal landscapes -
			Bridges, mountains, rivers -
			Glens of a minority's views...
			How does it all go together?

			Is there only one way to God?
			Only Jesus?
			Or are these things that we see elsewhere
			Also reflections of God?
			What of love?
			For there are those who hold such 
			Compassion and love for others,
			And yet have no ties with Jesus
			And maybe do not even know of him?

			So much to walk through,
			So many different views to be empathetic with -
			So many linking valleys -
			One becoming another -
			Some different in little ways,
			Others completely opposing in nature -
			What differing lands -
			Even though they are right next to each other...?

			While walking through,
			The way that you see the faraway lands
			Is effected by the fact that you may've been there before -
			Or because of where you began and maybe still chiefly abide.

			Where do I abide?
			Where am I to build my lodgings?
			Here it is that I shall do so -
			But where is it that I am?
			Where does this valley belong?
			Or is it of its own?

			I have found this perfect place -
			But there are some who live here
			Who cannot understand what other lands hold to offer -
			They've never been anywhere else -
			They even believe that the other lands 
			Are somehow wrong and cursèd 
			Because they are not this one.
			Are they though?
			It's hard to see...
			Some must be,
			But others reflect my own in beauty -
			And yet are not built or structured in the same ways.

			It is hard to know -
			Hard to live my life
			Only in this one place.
			In fact,
			I cannot.
			I must travel -
			Trying to find more of God -
			For he cannot only be here -
			I will only truly rest here,
			But I now need to know -
			And forever will so -
			Whether God's grace extends through other ways.