04-08-2016, 09:41 PM
Last Try for Home
Crawling toward home
I make it only
as far as the landing
where I see the Ark
near ready to embark
I drag my bloody knees
a few yards further and lift
a hand too weak to wave
and some kind soul
comes down the ramp
gathers me up and helps me board.
That old tale of two by two
was another story.
This time whoever gets this far
can go wherever
we're going. Oh
let it be the land
the dove finds
with olive groves
full grown and bearing.
This labor needs its birth,
this long travail, its earth
of fruit and freedom.
I sleep now
and will not wake
til landfall.
Crawling toward home
I make it only
as far as the landing
where I see the Ark
near ready to embark
I drag my bloody knees
a few yards further and lift
a hand too weak to wave
and some kind soul
comes down the ramp
gathers me up and helps me board.
That old tale of two by two
was another story.
This time whoever gets this far
can go wherever
we're going. Oh
let it be the land
the dove finds
with olive groves
full grown and bearing.
This labor needs its birth,
this long travail, its earth
of fruit and freedom.
I sleep now
and will not wake
til landfall.