Home- a poem
WHILE wandering my life one day,
As I so often do,
I felt a touch upon my hand
And knew not what to do.
I looked and suddenly appeared,
A pathway round a bend.
Slowly, I walked forward on
The path that had no end.
I felt a pull to walk yet more,
To see where it might lead.
For every road goes somewhere while
You find what still you need.
And on and on I walked the path
With every stepping stone,
I felt you take my hand and then,
I knew that I was home.
Retm