The Wanderer to Mother

I am the wanderer who finding home

Across the seas ten thousand miles away

In ancient lands beneath a burning sun,

Returns again to the soil that saw me born.

Now time and distance pale beneath your gaze,

The years condensed to points upon the path

That you have willed this errant one to tread.

I am a bridge across two continents,

Carrying the cargo of the self

To be off-loaded that my soul be free

Of all the burdens of the heavy past,

Emptied, and filled with wonderful soul-desire

No more the heavy weight of earthly cares

But lightened now, moving towards your feet.