COMING HOME
To better days
Moving rocks and boulders
Got a hold of me
Two years gone
drawing memories in the dark.
Back to the land and the river
Of life and light
To live and feel full
We are here now.
Nestled in the valley
Where the river bends.
I’ve taken what I know
And what is true to me
And made
A painted tapestry
Of divine places
And traces
Of both the familiar and unseen
