The Way Home

Every once in a while something magical
happens
when ordinary life turns itself into
the call of the wild

Soul meets soul and insists on wholeness.

Changes in life dawn with
a sensuous kiss,
unfold sensation of falling to cataclysmic
risk, nothing gone before had
entranced you like this.

You are walking on air, and emboldened.

Annuling relationships,
which were prone to mundane,
always failing,
this alone now enlightens your
wearisome heart.

It inhibits pretensions once shown,
and exposes vast spaces
of new
fresh-faced assurance.

Feeling it's rightness, and some
strange release,
you are now totally sure.

Lost before,
you have now found your way home

john o'connell
Can't believe this! Exactly where I am at. Thanks for the universal content befitting our time. Thanks too for your attentions. Kindest regards, John

Ezna Stephna
Avery lovely poem......you write very excellent poems ...smart poet.

Munia Khan
I'm shivered with ecstasy at the thought of that magical happening when ordinary life turns itself into the call of the wild....Wow !! Another fantastic piece Fay.And I am lost before the concluding lines :-)

Mike
Fay... you're a font of want and wisdom... this poem sings of going home to love...

carol
it feels so new

Miss B
"Soul meets soul and insists on wholeness" just a beautiful image and thought. wonderfully woven...i got lost in it.

David Taylor
I like this Fay, it has the freshness of now, with the past left behind.

Susan Jarvis
This is truly magical, Fay...a beautiful poem that has me scrutinizing life's map for my way home. Very special, indeed. :)