the song of home.

the song of home
a distant memory now

drowned and tangled
in the hands of otherness
silence rumbles for yet more

in the new bloom
in the old wrinkled hands
in the rising hopes of another setting sun
i am one day closer to home

the hymn of redemption plays on
truth’s last battle cry
sometimes i find myself humming along
swaying to the circadian rhythms of the soul
calling me to rest

home waits for me
as i dream of it

sing your song
find your voice
you are not alone
not abandoned here

hear the distant lilt of love calling you home