A Time to Live A time to Speak

Wednesday, March 12, 2008

“MY PATH LOST?”

Is there a sense of despair in me today?
Lying sick in my bed I thought of that place.
Burning in fever I wished I had the coolness of that surrounding.
When I was dying for a morsel of food, I wished for the feeding I got there.
And when I longed for love, I found I had it all there.

Today, when I had packed my bags and was ready to leave for that home,
I was stopped in my path. To go another direction, to look for a new home.
I wish I could cry, I want to cry. Yet something stops me. Something that makes me feel
You move on. That house is yours forever, right now, someone else needs the love and care that
House gave you. Let that person get her share. Let her become a part of this family. A family
That I am a part of already. It will just help me later. It will help us all later.
To hold hands to hold each other to hold our lives together…

So my dear tear, roll back and stay. Stay for I might need you, when I turn you into a tear of joy…

HOME AWAY FROM HOME!