Thursday, November 30, 2017

My Peaceful Journey Home




My Peaceful Journey Home

I cling to my perceptions
But where will they be?
These pictures I see
When other truth enters my lonely soul?

Truth from beyond
A place I can’t see
Beyond my reach
Beyond my desperate grasp

I so long
To open my door
The door
Of my empty weeping soul

But the hidden pain
Too much to bare
I shall not
Acknowledge is there

But gentle
Is love, from the Devine
Taking the blind hand
Of the broken

Step at a time
In patient trust I’ll walk
On this
My peaceful journey home