Voyage

Sometimes you can journey far and wide, only to discover that you were in the perfect place before you left.

We humans reach out, reach forward, reach behind us, and in doing so we often miss what’s right there in front of us.

Never forget to explore the full opportunities of right where you are. It will save a lot of emotional shoe leather.

I was born in a house of hell

Where chaos reigned and nowt was well

Where none was wise and none was good

And no one cared although they should



As soon as I was wise enough

I dragged myself from the heavy stuff

packed my bag and stole a car

and made my way as far as far



First I came to the loving land

where all the folks were holding hands,

exchanging thoughts with love and kissing

this - I thought - is what I’m missing



I would have stayed but they said ‘no way

you’ve more to learn fore the end of days’

and they were absolutely right

as I found myself in the land of light



In the land of light the people glowed

for a reason only they could know

they loved enough to share their gift

I could have stayed in a place like this



But they again were kind and wise

and spoke of lands beneath the skies

where a simple traveller like me

would be humbled by the good I’d see



So I came at last to a caring place

with a caring heart and a caring face

where everybody seemed content -

how glad I was that I’d been sent



Again, I could have stayed and stayed

but the kindly folk were most dismayed

they feared I’d learn no lessons here

I clung to them and was full of fear



They sent me to the kindness kingdom

for laughter love and a sense of freedom

the good folk there just loved to play

again I begged and begged to stay



They let me dwell for a little while

amongst their kindly loving smiles

but in the end they bid me roam

when I asked ‘where?’  they told me ‘home’



So I went my way on leaden feet

with a sense of loss and sweet defeat

at my journey’s end what would I find

my birthright land was less than kind



I wandered long and far and wide

terror dogging every stride

consumed with fear and loss of hope

I asked ‘dear God how will I cope?’



On a day of knife-like dire confusion

a man appeared from a sweet illusion

he was my guide but he could tell

that what he called home I believed was hell



He said he knew my birth-right land

and said that no one there was damned

he did not find an evil place

just a stricken mind and tear-stained face



His helpful words were a healing balm

and I made my way home feeling calm

to find I lived in the giving ground

where there was kindness to be found



I was glad I’d made my way

to the home where it was my right to stay

I found not hurt and disillusion

no scorching hell just sweet confusion