02/26/2026
The stage is quiet, the lights are low,
Costumes hung in a careful row.
Programs stacked and curtains tight,
Waiting softly for tomorrow night.
A pilgrim stands with boots in hand,
Ready to cross an unknown land.
With hopeful heart and steady grin,
Not quite sure where to begin.
For finding home’s a funny thing,
It’s not just roads or wandering.
It’s laughter shared and courage grown,
It’s realizing you’re not alone.
Sometimes home is a guiding star,
Sometimes it’s cheering from afar.
Sometimes it’s friends in row three seats,
Clapping loud with stomping feet.
So rest up now, the journey’s near.
Tomorrow night, we’ll all be here.
And step by step, we’ll laugh and roam…
Until the pilgrim finds their way back home. 💛
* The curtain rises at 6:30pm. The journey begins.*
