“Come home to me now”………….a poem by Linda Willows
Come home, Come now, Come home to me.
There was a life of our own, overthrown, don’t you see.
In the shadow of memories, I called out to your nights,
Yet in pieces and silenced my own cries held no rights.
Come to me now, even come to me late.
I’ve grown old and I’ve bent the whole way to forsake.
I can’t give you still what was lost in the wake
Of our grieving, all left with eternal thieve’s take.
Tender hearts fall through the Grace of springs dew,
Asking permission to feel once with you.
Mist covered all of their dreams in the blue,
They slept, oh, they wept and danced in slow view.
Life does bend, it curls round and winds deep,
we search, we pray, falling towards your safe keep.
I loved in this life in the dearest of ways
Wrapped with my heart in Your sugar sky days.
I could bring what I own and set table for you.
It is humble, bare, yet my soul is there too.
Sit with me, share this grace, all rounds renew,
Where blossoms the Beauty, there I see Love too.
Photograph by King Douglas
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