Coming Home
Seeds of Love

I was put on this journey
My vessel wailing and whirring
Drifting through invisible
Drifting through the air
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Full grown from a wandering seed
My feet have rooted
They are planted
But tangled in the weeds
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I've progressed through this desert
On roads that are treacherous
My clothes are torn and smell afoul
I haven't the will to wash them
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I'm on the run
Running from that hope of light
In my hand my heart is pounding
I'm hiding from the sun
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Living in the dark
Hiding in the night
My heart is rigid
Gritty like the sand
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I care not for anything
My shadow in the dark
Away from love
In obscure
Running from the promise
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I am restless
I need to keep moving
Dressed in darkness
Dressed in gloom
The walls are caving in
I've reached a dead-end in this maze
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Repeating lost
Repeating lost
I am in a haze
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Are you there?
I cannot see you
The fog is very thick
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No beginning and no end
But I hear you calling
Through the chambers
Through the black hole
It all seems so intense
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I hear a whisper in the breeze
But I refuse to listen
Distant roads are calling
I don't want to answer
My ears are burning
They are aching
Deaf to the voices from the clouds
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There are signs all over me
In unexpected places
But I just keep on going
Past the beauty and the sunshine
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After years of running
My mind is scorched
My legs have worn
I'm in pain
And I am crawling
My throat is parched
I need a drink
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Up ahead
It seems so far
I see a paradise
A river streaming to a lake
I've finally reached the shore
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The air is still
The birds are quiet
I hear the water running
A stream of beauty in my view
I run to see tranquility
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Kneeling by the glistening water
I cup my blistered hands
With this drink I am refreshed
An infant born from death
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The road's been long
The desert dry
But I am home again
The seeds of love were planted here
And now I see them growing
About the Creator
Rick Henry Christopher
Writing fulfills my need for intellectual stimulus, emotional release, and soothing the bruises of the day.
I’m an open book. I’m not afraid to show my face or speak my mind
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