Thursday, December 1, 2011

Peregrinus Domus


Steps are heavy in the deep dark wood
Hands feeling the way, searching for good
Two swirling pools of emerald, frozen midstride
All other visions take notice and begin to subside
Taken by adoration's first sight 
Removing darkness' veil, bringing life's fresh light
Gaze into the depths, seeing reflection of hope
Entering warmth of embrace, in an instant becomes Home.


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