GO HOME

Body’s breaking
’cause the connection to direction
is busted
and the drive is turning over
rusted axle
whining
Go home
time to go
go home
the long haul is over
and we’re moving slower
than biology built us for.
Waiting
weren’t we waiting for… ?
That sweet mother’s voice
saying, “Hush now
my darling
close eyes
go to sleep.”
She never came to comfort
so all was taught with pain
and forever we try to pinpoint the moment
for all the failure’s blame.
Father
whose fatherly hand will guide us
through time and distance and space
to green grass above
and vaulted sky below
where tired bones
and old souls
will finally find their place.
Go home
time to go
go home.

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