'Back Home', A Poem From Karen

Back Home

His travels took him far and wide,
With never a friend by his side.
From one end of the world to another.
Not once to find a true brother.
He searched for that spark that drew him in,
For that certain magic from within.
But no place here could fill his heart,
Like some treasured piece of art.
He'd seek that elusive permanence,
For that stability, a residence.
Which he could call his own.
And for which he'd never known.
His anguished soul sought consolation,
And in his contemplation,
Instead to find The Tree, The Cross.
Has tasted still the bittersweet loss.
He has no one but Jesus from above.
This is how God strips the soul that He loves.
Like a sweet smelling bouquet that rises up,
He fills Our Lord's empty cup.
His fragrance now reaches the Heavenly Throne,
For I know he's finally found his way back home.

To Michael, with love,

Karen 2-6-10

Posted March 2, 2010

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