My Visit

PARTING WAYS WAS SUCH SWEET SORROW AS LIFES LITTLE DRIFTER I REMEMBER OUR LAST MEETING AND HERE I AM AGAIN SUCH A DIFFERENT CLIMATE BUT THE ATMOSPHERE HAS THE SAME FEEL I WALKED INTO REFLECTIONS OF THE BAST TRUELY, IT HAS BEEN A LONG TIME WALKING THE ISLES THE FUNERAL AROSE THE ALTER TRANSFORMED INTO THE CASKET THE LIGHTS SLIGHTLY DIMMED THE SERMON MORPHED INTO THAT EULOGY THE ONE ACCOMPANIED WITH ADDITIONAL FINALITY MORE FACES APPEARED DAMN THIS PLACE AS I TOOK A SEAT SUNDAY SCHOOL FACES CAME FLOODING IN EIGHTEEN YEARS REGRESSED TIME TRAVEL WITHOUT MOVEMENT ANOTHER BLINK OF MY EYE THE DAYS INTERVENTION BEGINS OR SO IT SEEMS FOR I AM THE THINKER MY EYES SCAN THE GATHERED MASS AM I REALLY ALONE DOES THIS TRANSLATE WORSHIP OR A STRONG SEMINAR AT BEST A YOUNG CHILD STARES AT ME OVER THE PEW I SEE A LOST PART OF ME THE PAST REVISITED A LAMB INTRUIGED BY COLORFUL WONDER THIS REUNION WAS MOST HELPFUL BUT I MUST BE ON MY WAY I RETURNED TO BE REMINDED OF WHY I LEFT IN THE FIRST PLACE