I see this beautiful poem as a universal response to homecoming, the memories and anticipation that it brings that, even from an afternoon away, touches me as the bus stops just up the block from where I live and I know that in a short while, I will see my wife’s face again and enter the sanctuary of our home.
like sparrows burrowing their nests
they seem to find refuge in you
no matter how long the day or
dark the night.
turning my eyes back to the road
i look down into the valley
and realize for the first
that an early spring rain
has covered it with blessing.
i spend the night in an open field.
a canopy of stars spreads
over my head and
dreams of homecoming wash
through my soul.
in the morning i rise
and continue on with nothing
but my own yearning to guide my steps
soon enough i will come to know:
i am better off just one day
in this timeless moment
than an eternity anywhere else.
it is on this very threshold of…
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