One Life's Pilgrimage
Low Glow, a Homesick Day by Sonja
The world has lost its glitter.
Its light’s glow is too low.
No brightness draws me near.
I remember when I felt all was very dear.
And, blind to the world’s allure,
I put on a happy face, speak of love
and help my friends feel the joy,
feel more secure.
Beauty and sentiment are distant memories
having little meaning right now.
Today begs the question:
Am I for real or just a facade?
Things I see are pretty
Music soothes my ears
Giving my friends a good laugh
My grand-children
My child
My mother, father, and brother
The return of the tulips each spring
Oldies on the radio
The love of the Lord
These are a few of the gems
imbedded in the facets of my soul.
I linger somewhere between reality,
the myth, and the dream.
A catatonic catharsis seeking contact for relief.
I long to return to my Home.
Long before I deteriorate
Long before I am old.
I am extremely Homesick for my Father today.
Copyright © 1999 by Sonja
Its light’s glow is too low.
No brightness draws me near.
I remember when I felt all was very dear.
And, blind to the world’s allure,
I put on a happy face, speak of love
and help my friends feel the joy,
feel more secure.
Beauty and sentiment are distant memories
having little meaning right now.
Today begs the question:
Am I for real or just a facade?
Things I see are pretty
Music soothes my ears
Giving my friends a good laugh
My grand-children
My child
My mother, father, and brother
The return of the tulips each spring
Oldies on the radio
The love of the Lord
These are a few of the gems
imbedded in the facets of my soul.
I linger somewhere between reality,
the myth, and the dream.
A catatonic catharsis seeking contact for relief.
I long to return to my Home.
Long before I deteriorate
Long before I am old.
I am extremely Homesick for my Father today.
Copyright © 1999 by Sonja
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Low Glow, a Homesick Day by Sonja
Low Glow, a Homesick Day by Sonja