"Home" ~ a poem.

I wrote this in my creative writing class. It's about heaven.

Home

I am from a place that I have never seen

yet to there I know I have been.

Though I may be asleep in the night,

my heart often makes its own visits.

With every brush returns a token;

a gift of peace and intricacy.

Where in much of this life can be found barren,

I am told stories of real men and women

experiencing the episodes of fairy tales:

fighting for justice, honor, and love.

Occasionally I find glimpses of my homeland here:

I’ve seen it in the smiling eyes of the destitute,

I’ve heard it in the laughter of children,

I’ve felt it in the embrace of brothers,

and yet I’ve heard it in a woman’s penetrating cry.

Each voice, each gaze speaks the language of my homeland..

that which is compassion. that which is love.

Oh, how I desire to be fluent in compassion!

I am from the very place it rings true,

yet I am a slave to the bestial kingdom of my flesh.

If it were not for the king of my homeland

who has broken my shackles and set his crimson seal upon my heart,

there would be no hope for the persevering evil

that strangles a lover, a child, a rogue

from attending his own wedding to his betrothed.

I, just as the rogue, have yet to gaze into his eyes.

I have yet to stand upon his mountain.

I have yet to dance ceaselessly in his streets.

How long must I wait for this delight?

I am homesick; infatuated yet frustrated.

My home constantly beckons me,

yet my beloved has not finished

preparing it to the fullness of its glory.

Though a kingdom incomplete,

this is the land from which I am from.

It hold’s my soul and ravishes my heart.

I am fortunate to belong to it.

I am favored to taste of it.

Ultimately, it is where I am welcome.


{Leilanika Abalos}