Coming home

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    Coming home
    by F. Lee Jennings

    My journey, now worn by time and deeds
    Weary of harsh and violent lands
    Worn by the ways of grasping man
    Mostly tired of me
    Completely tired of me

    Learning though, oh how I’ve learned
    Adventures? Not what I imagined
    Daydreams have fallen far behind
    They’ve now become another kind
    Exercising myself to erase them

    Simple things I used to mock
    raise themselves to meet me
    Hearth and home, love and kin
    Far from the stain of my past sin
    Running toward the discarded

    Going home now, back the way I came
    Home to the heart glow
    Back to the kingdom without fear
    A fountain place of cleansing tears
    Will he turn me away? I fear.

    Can it be? I wonder while walking
    Is there yet a place for me?
    Familiar hills come into view.
    childhood places that I knew
    Close to where I started

    Years have passed, could they still dream
    that I’d be coming home again?
    It just the same as I draw near
    As when I left that ancient year
    Only better and brighter and cleaner

    Who rushes now to meet me
    then throws himself upon my bosom?
    My father weeping, offering grace
    His graying head against my face
    Our tears mingling as they flow

    He leads me into his house
    The servants laugh and smile
    Just as though I'd never left
    And my father had never been bereft
    Of his wandering, foolish son

    A servant sets a place for me
    at a table spread with grace
    Friends and loved ones seated there
    the servant brings another chair
    And sets it next to my father

    A prodigal, I came home today
    knowing here’s where I belong
    What gives my heart this new, this constant song?
    My father loved me all along
    My father loved me all along
     
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