When I am lost

Lost in a strange city,
I can’t find my place
even at my own table,
I am dreaming.
I am home.

There is a way that is looking for me.
There is a song just remembering me.
There are hands that hold me,
waiting for the time to let go.

Though I can’t see it
there is my place. I am in it.

My eyes are so closed, so closed.
My hand is always on the garden gate.
It says my name.

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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
www.unfoldinglight.net

June 30, 2021