A Place At The Harth

Predawn dark
On rain washed streets
I set out
In the early light of a new day
In hope of things to come
In wonder of the beauty all around
In trepidation of the unforeseen
Wary of hazard
Grateful for the bounty
The banquet of love
That nourishes
That sustains
That give strength
Not only to carry on
But to do so joyfully
From unexpected sources
That shouldn't have been
They were there all the time
Waiting for me to return
And accept the offered gifts
Blinded by demons within
Scales fall from eyes
Gift of sight
Friends who waited
Patiently accepting
The return of the wayward son
To the warm friendly place
Kept and preserved
By the faith of love
And hearts forever open
Gentle people
Rock and roll saints
Kindred spirits
Welcoming companions
On a prayerful journey
An arm for my shoulder
An embrace reserved
How wonderful
To know I never left