Coming Home to Roost.

Where light first shone,

To thine eyes when I made the first squeak.

The first whimper,

that sharp cry, piercing the silent dusk,

when birds flew home to nest,

And the goats and cows trudged back to their pens,

The distant sounds of the local mill,

The heartful moos of the calves calling for their mothers

Ooh, the sounds of a time long gone.

Little thine spirit, how life seeped into my new form,

To the beguiling chants of the womenfolk...

Bubbling with joy, the silent whispers of prayer,

And the welcoming of a new born into the world.

The day, thine tiny hands held onto new fold,

The start of a ticking time pouring in to a sum of old,

Those black tiny eyes, staring at a vast expanse,

New and fresh to every feel,

Then a squeak, a cough and a shrill cry marking a grand entry.

Our birth relieves sleep forgotten:

The Soul that rises with us, our Life's guide,

Hath had elsewhere its setting,

And cometh from afar:

Not in entire heedlessness,

And not in utter bareness,

But trailing clouds of grandeur do we come

From God, who is our home...

Flowered Memoir #5 From the drafts

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