Poem: To Home Again

I've been here before,
though it's never the same.
Hopes mingling with Fears,
Gratitude mixing with Anger,
Pride dancing with Shame.

Oh! That it would last!

To maintain my Faith,
so quickly forgotten,
so solid when it Lives.
So very empty when it's gone.
The most beautiful things can happen within it.
But also intolerable frustrations of pain.

To know that my
Patience,
so formidable a weapon.
Endurance,
like mountains to streams.
To hang on
Humility,
fastened to
Faith.
Walk blindly,
but happy,
to home.