Poems for Soft Hearts Full of Longing

Soul's Going Home

I'm looking for someplace my body hasn't been yet

A place bathed in light

Soaked in life

My soul knows it well, knows it's secret paths

The very matter of me screams to go

But my feet cannot carry me there yet.

Maybe that's all a soul wants,

To go to the place in which it was created

If it cannot get there in this life

It continues in the next

Finding ways to get closer

And closer

And almost there

Inching slowly towards home (It can almost taste it)

I haven't made it there yet

And maybe this version of me won't 

But I will someday

I'll make it home

And it will welcome me with open arms

                                                                -A. G.