I always come home to you,
Your smile, your arms, your lips.
Like the anchors of a ship,
Tethering my wandering, wondering heart.
There is a safety in our past,
Landmarks of history,
Reminding me why I’m here
And what my life is about.
Tree lined highways waving me by
horizons heading me towards home.
I’ve charted my path, traveling
not in circles, but meteoric spurts
up and out, fierce bursts of energy,
then a quiet return.
For ever and always back again to you.
In the early days of my marriage I would run away a lot…not really, I always came home–but I often wanted to be away from the relationship and responsibilities of marriage and just have fun. I’d take off, go for a drive, go shopping, visit my friends or sometimes get on a plane and go see my sisters in Southern California. I wrote this poem after one of those trips.
My online friend and blogger, Emily Wierenga, releases her memoir
“Disillusioned and yearning for freedom, Emily Wierenga left home at age eighteen with no intention of ever returning. Broken down by organized religion, a childhood battle with anorexia, and her parents’ rigidity, she set out to find God somewhere else–anywhere else. Her travels took her across Canada, Central America, the United States, the Middle East, Asia, and Australia. She had no idea that her faith was waiting for her the whole time–in the place she least expected it”.