… to be home.

I’m ready to be home.
The tree-lined streets I know
So very well
Will lead me to my door,
Where I can enter without
Knock or bell

I’m ready to be home:
It’s where my love will be
Some hours hence —
And I can hear her voice
And see her face, and end this long
Suspense

For I’ve been where I needed to,
I’ve seen and done my part,
But surely I’ve been missing her,
The best part of my heart —

Sometimes we have to wander,
Have to roam —
But Lord, it will be good
To just be

Home

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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