We Come Home To Rest
I got up very early breathing in scented air,
beholding the beams of light that came from far;
and looking outside pure joy built up inside;
all is awakening: He always keeps His promise!
How comforting is to have freedom without anxieties
and imitate fearless eagles that spreads their wings;
will I seek adventures never imagines, written or told?
Will I go to the remotest places nobody ever explored?
Earth is a wonder with its majestic mountains and waterfalls;
beautiful are the lush meadows with marigold and sparrows!
Finally, my thirst will be quenched at the nearest bubbling brook,
and the ravens that have traveled far will share my water and croak!
Who needs more rest a farmer, a traveler with sheer interest?
or a novice poet that hasn't found a muse to inspire his verses?
What is taken more to heart happy kids or those with sunken eyes?
After a tiresome journey, we get nostalgic and we come home to rest!
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2023
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