When you have swum the rapids
and come to shore, stood on the sand
and found yourself upright . . .
what more can there be?
Perhaps, only to sing an aria
from a heart overwhelmed
by a love researching his own heart. . .
only to find newborns who are
the best of blends of mothers and fathers,
(loved wisely and well), with heads wide open. . . . .
to find a world that was as promised,
with roses blooming in December and
Thanksgiving on the first day of Spring.
It is these and more
and when the cardinal sings
I will acknowledge his song to show
that a life can be lived with a mind open
to hear muses sing their songs of joy and
pray their mourning songs.
To show that a heart can be
stripped of itself like layers of onion skin
and still keep a steady beat.
I’ve taken the long way home and
nearing the gate, please catch me, I say
and pull me on through.
I will answer c’est moi, it is I,
to prove we can go home again and again.
July, 2013
Veronica
7 responses to “We Can Go Home”
As beautiful and comforting as Rumi. Naysaying the naysayers. Thank you.
Ruth, as one poet to another, it is a high compliment you pay me. I appreciate your comments. I thank you.
Every poem you write brings me a gift of some sort. My eyes see a little clearer each time I am witness to your work. Many thanks for that.
Suzanne, and you gift me with your appreciation. No greater reward for this writer than to know my work finds a home with a thoughtful reader. Thank you for commenting.
Sounds like you’re home Veronica.
Maria, in more ways than I can count. It has been and continues to be a journey of note.
an e mail from Jane at Little House Home Arts. . . . this is lovely. It is nice that our spirits continue on with the values we cherish most and that we can go home.