Homecoming

Home is where the heart is…
As we search for happiness.. we ran to all sides of the world.. in our hearts there will always be a place we call home..
Place where we can be freely – ourselves
Place where what matters most is peace and love..
Place where we can rest our wings.. our souls..

Homecoming

Been flying the high
and lows

As all seasons just
come and go

Where mortals may
fear to tread

Aisles to hell which
every man dread

Flying closer towards
the light of ‘morrow.

Wings spread as if in
solemn meditation

Upon the earth below
and wild vegetation

Soaring to heavens
where souls will climb one day

Or descend to hell
below of lesser god’s home maybe

But still these wings
casting shadows in mock condemnation.

In the seemingly
endless flights to emptiness

Wings drooped eyes
closed in harried weariness

Yet soaring once more
to where angels live

And descend to hell
where fallen stars saved

In the final act of
prayer in the air there’s stillness.

One soul in its final
act of soaring

find the way to
homecoming.

                                                                                      -ESJ

Poem from a friend.. a father, a husband, a child of God…

A friend in search for love and peace.. A friend who has traveled the world but himself...

A friend I never really know in form, but in soul..

A friend on his way to where his heart belongs... love has never left you.

-day 111

Photos:
Animas River
Farmington, New Mexico 
USA