"The Way Back Home"
I am descending,
Falling through these heavy planes
Of a different light,
I am searching for you Father!
Within and out
The wings I once had
Are just a memory now ..
I am within the day and the night
Within the summer and the winter,
Descending,
Like the colours of the sunset in the sky
One by one
Until they melt into each other
Leaving a trace of love taken away by the dark
Into some other worlds ...
I am a thought of your Love
Within and without you,
Carrying the memory of this love through eternities
Filling the pages of a book
My eyes cannot yet read
On my way back to You, Father.
Poem by Mia Pal