The Long Journey Home

The Long Journey Home
The Long Journey Home

So long this endless path….

And so the parched cracked ground
finds my tenuous steps,
the wasteland of my path an endless travail,
yet horizon beckons,
its ragged line evokes another horizon still,
and my dreams carry my weary feet.

How tired I am of this arduous task,
this seemingly infinite road
where oasis’ few hold flesh to bare,
and keep a mind in focus to carry on,
and with tremulous hands hold hope’s last thread,
to belief that pastures green exist.

Perhaps those mirages that shimmer light,
hold more than rising heat,
maybe they are the painted hope upon the desert,
a trick of light that in heart ignites, a newborn faith,
that will carry my bones to a green ending,
before this soul in done.

The sun burns, but the vast blue sky goes on,
no end to it, its infinite gift,
and under this expanse of blue,
I am like all others, no chosen wrath, no trick or fowl,
just a given life beneath heaven,
trying to find a way home.

Tony DeLorger © 2017

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Tony DeLorger

Full time author, freelance writer, poet and blogger since 1999. Twenty one published works, past winner of 'Poet of the Year' on HubPages, 'Poem of the Year' on The Creative Exiles, writer for Allpoetry.com, Google+, tonydwtf.blogspot.com.au
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Tony DeLorger

Full time author, freelance writer, poet and blogger since 1999. Twenty one published works, past winner of 'Poet of the Year' on HubPages, 'Poem of the Year' on The Creative Exiles, writer for Allpoetry.com, Google+, tonydwtf.blogspot.com.au videos on YouTube and book sales on website thoughtsforabeautifulmind.com, Amazon and digitalprintaustralia.com.au/bookstore

2 thoughts on “The Long Journey Home

  • August 14, 2017 at 6:59 AM
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    Tis a long journey we feel were on Tony. We pen with fervor, knowing any day that road were on may come to its end. Yet, we don’t fear it, at times possibly welcoming it. When our journey is done here, our hand print will be left on the earth’s sands of time, eternal, everlasting, a legacy for those who read our words will aspire to inspirations of their own. More will come to pick up the pen and move all poets a little more forward with remembrance of when they were among us. Peace my friend. Beautifully expressed as always.

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  • August 14, 2017 at 6:51 PM
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    Glad you enjoyed it Vincent, and we simply follow our purpose to higher realms and hope our earthly thoughts and expression echos long after we’re gone. Cheers!

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