by Rob Vitaro, 1999
So I watch as the sun rises. The grass twinkles in the breeze As I smile at life. He was there. He is here. I am without fear. Fully wept, fully spent, Yet whole, My heart sighs in relief. This new terrain blankets all I can see. "No need to rush. Take your time. I am here." I draw in the fragrance of hope. This trip was long overdue. How wonderful to be welcomed Home.
