entre by the narrow gate; for the gate is wide, and the way is broad that leads to destruction, and many are those who entre it. for the gate is small, and the way is narrow that leads to life, and few are those who find it.
Returning Home
Man without a country
Woman without a homeland
Heart hanging in the middle
Nationality tugs and heritage speaks
Homeless inside--heart and body split
Soul stays with the Father
Thoughts stray across the breach
Where is home? Which is right?
Where is here? Which is there?
Woman aching, holding to nothing
Waiting for answers
Explanations
Which never appear
In dreams home calls, but
Doesn't reveal itself
Holding on to this confusing shroud
That closes it in.
Hope glimmers, holding, hanging
To the knowledge
That answers
Will come
And she
Will return
Home.
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Your voice here carries strong like a north gail. Slainte!
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