Thoughts on Going Home #1

Thoughts on Going Home #1

My heart stirs
At the shape of the moon
The feel of the stars
Chasing off the gloom
Of a world with little love
A world with little time
Forgotten Love above
Failing to be kind
Respectless passersby
Avoiding face and eyes
Afraid they'll have to smile
Don't bother saying "hi"

It's a sad little world
A mixed-up human race
And I can't wait to be held
At home in my Father's embrace.

(dedicated to the children, no matter what age, who didn't have a father that was so happy to see them that he gave them a big hug)