Finding Home Again
Where will I find my home when I have forgotten how to walk home?
Where will I find my home when I no longer know my door?
Where will I find my home when friends have forgotten me, no longer recognize me?
Where will I find shelter when all my stories are old, and my new stories are forgotten, and
My friends connect with me only in days long gone?
The Word was always, and now, and will be.
Who will take me home when I am lost?
Who will make my bed when I lose it each morning?
Who will hug me when I have forgotten who to hug this week?
The Word will be there, in me, and shared with
Some to remember me, even to know me new.
Who will listen to my old, old stories?
Who will remind me of new adventures?
Who will warm me when my limbs are cold?
What disciple will see me then?
Who will feed when it is long since food was celebrated?
Who will sing my songs when my voice is gone?
Who will write my songs when no words come?
Will sons and daughters know me?
How many sons and daughters will recall me then?
(c) Tom Bolton, April 25, 2012, Kenosha, WI