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.