Finding Home Again

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


About Tom Bolton

I'm a Husband and Dad, an Enterprise Systems Manager at the City of Milwaukee, and a Disciple and Lay Servant at First United Methodist of West Allis. I love working beside young people. As I study the Bible, sometimes I feel moved to work through my understanding by writing poetry. I also am going through a process to discern my calling, and to learn more about Christian Leadership. Sometimes I just feel like writing about something that grabs my attention too.
This entry was posted in Poetry and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s