in a nowhere kind of land

being a somewhere kind of people  

in a nowhere kind of land  

is nothing special but ordinary 

ordinary like the work place 

of daily struggles to live 

and love to be good and make sense

 to fight for right, avoid evil and 

yet to know that each of these 

is territory of the normal 

the damned and the cursed 

the struggling poor for might  

for spouse and children

for fam'ly and kin 

for all those values that other people have 

wanting to be rich and happy  

bearing peace and health 

of watching children get married 

of going to war and burying our dead 

shedding tears, relishing a drink 

wearing a smile, avoiding the frown 

and be, just being...a ME wherever found 

in the hood or in the ground 

being a somewhere kind of person 

in a nowhere kind of land

*[The] process of declaring and making present God's peace and love into our world is the way in which we are brought more deeply into the truth of what we are as God's creatures and so, however much pain it causes, it will also inevitably bring us ever closer to the source of genuine vitality within us. If we jump for joy, it is because, in spite of everything, we discover the fountain of life bubbling up within us. The truth will set us free, as our Lord said; the truth of what we are will set us free from our stiffness and our grim propriety.  And even if it takes a bit of persecution to get us to the point of truth, we shall surely find an urge within us to give vent to our freedom and our sense of being alive.

*Simon Tugwell