I Came Home Again

Across those fields I came home again,

   my foot fell assured 

   on those frozen seas of white,

   again ----

That Titan-Crunch neath me,

   those twinkling red lights

   dazzle still, and the puffing chimneys 

   alight,

   with certain company, good food

   and bright eyes

Alive, how the horizon has nestled hopes,

   snug windows of firelight ---- 

   stars of the earth,

   and the moon just aloft to make a crown;

Above the heavens gaze down,

   among them those celestial spheres,

   (an oft traveled dome)

Of this I am certain;

   without err and pause ----

If Christ were here,

   (he'd call it home)
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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Carrillo Avatar
March 22, 2014 at 7:27 PM
A very nice poem that you have written. Always have your faith in Christ. He will always be with you. Blessings... Lucilla
O.J. Hunt Avatar
March 22, 2014 at 7:36 PM
"Thanks Lucilla, my Big Brother and I are never far apart... He has the voice of many swift, rushing waters! Hard not to hear him!
That Archaic Poet Avatar
March 19, 2014 at 8:51 AM
Simply delicious verses you have penned here, Keith. Enjoyed reading this superb piece of poetry; kudos! :)
Allison Avatar
March 16, 2014 at 4:12 PM
A beautiful poem to read on a Sunday. jan x
Chircop Avatar
March 16, 2014 at 11:22 AM
An excellent Sunday poem !!!
O.J. Hunt Avatar
March 16, 2014 at 9:51 AM
Thanks people, thought it would be a good Sunday poem!
Callus Avatar
March 16, 2014 at 9:16 AM
Beautifully painted and expressed. compelling. // paul
Andresen Avatar
March 16, 2014 at 9:05 AM
- A lovely poem, Keith ! - Have a nice Sunday. - oxox // Anne-Lise :)
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