wanderings
In the terror of the night
I wake from sleep in shivered fright
I come to realize I’m not home*
Without hesitation lift the phone
To hear a voice to bring me home
Let’s me know I’m not a lone
A prayer, a word of solace there
A listening ear to offer care
A chilling one this journey is
The daimon leading to the id
then from terror into joy
calming for the frightened boy
a return to home safe from harm
into the warmth of mother’s arms
lonely still but away from there
mystical wanderings of being care
02 October 11 _ GE2
*Psalm 84:5-7
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