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.

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