Sometimes on this road, we find home.
I remember last night,
You came to my door.
Face lit by the moon,
Eyes filled with longing
And something unfamiliar-
Adoration.
“Traveller, have I met you before?”
I would have charged you with trespassing,
If my walls weren’t already down.
You skillfully made your way along my roads,
Knowing all the bends and curves.
“How did you find me?”
I saw you carried a burden
And you’d travelled very far.
My light was on and I said,
“Come in where it’s warm
And rest a while.
Tell me your story.
I feel I’ll know it quite well.
Eat from my table,
Gain the strength you need.”
In a world with so many people,
It’s still so easy to be lonely.
There last night; though,
The loneliness was at bay.
I found it so strange;
The connection we had.
“Traveller, are you certain
We haven’t met before?”
Veronica Haney © December 2009
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