Waiting For Me
My home has become a lonely place;
years of my life were lived here;
love was the energy, beheld in her face;
how could such love disapear?
My home has become a shadow of life;
how could the Master, let it be so;
it became empty; with the death of my wife;
how could her loss, make me grow?
So many friends have come and gone;
Dear Lord; please tell my why.
Yet, life’s lanscape cruelly moves on;
and those we love most; all die.
In this kingdom is a here; and there;
throughout all our life; we roam;
whatever becomes the place we share;
we say, “There’s no place like home.”
I’ve lived twenty places in my whole life;
for a season; each one was a home;
in each; I had family, roomates, or a wife;
but now I’m at home; all alone.
I’ve never felt emptiness; as I now feel;
the darkness keeps closing in;
I’ve left my comfort zone; for the surreal;
not knowing where to begin.
Suddenly, I realized; nothing here is home;
I’m exactly where I’m meant to be;
what kind of a fool, am I; to feel all alone;
love is in heaven; waiting for me.
Monty 7/7/24. # 2,207