To Return Home
a different place
a different person
This is the last chapter of my second book of poems.
The portion of the journey of wandering out in the wilderness is mostly complete.
I’ve gotten used to the rigors of the road. It’s become my new familiar where I feel at home.
But the journey is not complete and I return to where I began, to my old comfort places and find them different than I remember.
I pause to remember and give thanks, before moving on in to the promises.
walking home
after the party
after the music stops
and people gather their things
and depart
and I am left
finally
alone
to
walk home
in the quiet dark
listening
quieting
my soul
cleaning up
putting away
issues not mine
thanksgivings shared
delights in friendships strengthened
annoyances picked up as dust from the road
and I walk alone again
towards that still place
where I begin again
to see me
with a God-eye perspective
and
can
rest
at home
and it’s soon time
to go out
walking abroad among friends and neighbors
again
building friendships
strengthening the sick and tired
sorrowing with the grieving
listening to those not easily heard
and I wonder
at helping such others to walk
I’ve tried to bring
large heaped plates
to the table
but few eat
but few drink
until they are touched
by a love that knows
them
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