The Return
The words on the page blur and fade
and instead there appears a bright forest glade.
The clatter and chatter of commercial natter
retreat and surrender to sylvan murmur.
Now here’s a place I could never find
without that blessed inner mind,
where time and money don’t exist
and failings fade beyond the mist.
Deep within embattled soul –
stirred by long awaited call –
some forgotten need awakes
and free of obligation breaks.
An atavistic yearning grows
to merge with all that grows and flows.
The prodigal son must turn from commerce
and settle that unspoken promise.