wanderings / by Gregory Ellison



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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