Thursday, April 17, 2014

"bring yourself home…"


 no lost innocence, 
lost purpose,
or joy
no lost promise,
or misplaced inspiration

leave those 90 and 9
ruminative
habits,
frustrating
self-certainties,
and rut-weary
opinions

about who you think you
have become

behind

walk
away from
the
wet-wool
heaviness
of what you think
you've sacrificed
in order to have it all

the accumulated
growth,
the un-sheared
resentments,
the matted-down and
patted-down

the price
you think
you've paid
for the life you
now live

rest from those
patterns of
walking back
and forth,
back and forth -
grazing along the same path

until the fresh grass is
gone and all that's
left is stubble -
the scrub-worn
and weary

the over-grazed ground
of what you've always done

go and find
the once-known
and new-bourne

seek the ever-innocent

search the forgotten places,
the child-like nooks and crannies

let yourself be
found,
carried,
washed clean

bring your lamb-self
home -

and rejoice...



[photoart by the extraordinary Jamie Heiden]




3 comments:

  1. For me, this piece begins at leave - oddly the first stanza never speaks to me, but bring yourself home surely does.

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