Home

Like a lover missing me

the place I once called home

enacts its vibrational pull

and there’s a backward twist

to my forward gait.

It stands in a mist that never disappears,

in the clouds joined one unto the other,

or beneath the earth in a glorious cavern

or just somewhere unimaginable.

I cannot draw the outlines

or sketch the inner chambers

but there’s a bearing down  

of truth and happiness.   

But truth, yes, truth,  so intermingled 

with this land of signs and wonders

remains for you and me and them

completely unattainable.

So like a lover missing me

home waits until the time is right

to say finally and truthfully

 “Come unto me and I will give you rest”.