Son

I heard a son close the door
Took his feet to ground
No where now to be bound
Set his eyes on that dark, waiting shore

I saw him wrestle with thieves
Fell asleep under stars
That looked strangely like ours
Thought he was making a place were he could be free

I watched him gather up stones
Piled them up to the top
Made a fortress of rock
Told himself this looked somethin like home

I knew that look in his eyes
There were none who could keep
The fire of his feet
Or the stir of the heart under all of his guise.

I'll be here when he reaches the sea
Digs his toes in the sand
By the work of his hands
Made a lie of the man that he knew he could be

I waited till there was nothing but love

Told me he was cold

and ever so old

His cry made it's way to places above

I  heard a son come in from the shore

I smiled to his soul

And put love in his bones

And told him he'd always end up at my door


So this was a poem about someone I know who's still findin his way back to where he belongs. I know that no matter where he goes one day he'll end up back in God's arms. My heart has always been burdened for him and I'm praying that someday I'll see him come back home. God's waiting with love and grace and hope abundant, and so am I. 


Sincerely, 


Jaelle the Hopeful