The unrest

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Like a surprising fall from a ship

Then grasping at straws in prayers

As we tread the onslaught of waves

Churning the undertow of currents

Only to wash upon stranger shores

Once safe, disappointment sets in       

Finding I’m beset to where I am

Reluctant acclimation hovers over       

As I watch daily suns rise then fall      

But I’m not sensing an inherent life   

Here, where I currently do reside

And yet I see no other viable offer

But I feel this calling deep within

That only comes from…one’s home

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Poet of the Light © 2022

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