Pacing ever, one end to the other,
What makes it feel so low?
Waiting to watch you leave good brother,
Don’t look back before you go.
You’ll travel the world and see what I can’t.
Will you think on me ever,
Far away home, toiling to keep the land?
What thoughts will you treasure?
Will you bring me the glorious spices
And herbs of the lost east,
And will you bring back with you their vices,
And together have them on which to feast?
See the great ruined cities of Saracens.
Unearth the stone, too heavy, that was moved.
And I will watch over the flocks, the hens,
Ready the earth we loved.
Fear not, my brother, I’ll be here when you
Realize you’re running away.
Your room will be ready, this I will do,
As long as you come to stay.
i really like this one. i have always wondered what the prodigal brings along home with him, besides his humility...and how long it will last
ReplyDeleteI agree with that sentiment "how long it will last"
ReplyDeleteit's romantic to think that events, small or large, can have a profound impact on our personalities... sometimes it's true. but more often I think we have to keep experiencing things to have them make an impact: much like a testimony needs constant prayer, scriptures, church even if you've had a visit from an angel.
I really like this part of the poem:Fear not, my brother, I’ll be here when you
Realize you’re running away.
Your room will be ready, this I will do,
As long as you come to stay. "
I like that the speaker acknowledges that those who are forever in "search" of something seem to have missed the point. It is on our home, doing our daily work, "tolling to keep the land" in which we find great strength, patience, courage, and love. I like that.