A road like home

Through the forest of blame
After cowardice has expired
Lies a path that goes north
Though the throes of derail
A prodigal will still dare
The bends keep coming
It’s a corner, it’s a bump
And the narrow steeps go on.
Home is a call
That burns as you walk
To stray is weary and lone
Into a darkness, forever lost
If you must endure
Remember Eden
And the promise of heaven.

Vera