THE PATH TOWARDS HOME
By Apolinario Villalobos
Nothing is sweeter
To hear than “home”,
A word that tickles the ear
And pricks the heart, so hard to bear-
A sensation that drowns the soul
With a feeling that only a wordless awe
Can give it vividness
To satisfy a long harbored
Pang of loneliness.
Here I am
Treading the path towards home
Dizzy, not for the searing and blinding sun
Thirsty, not for a swig of sweet cool water
Nor hungry, not for want of food
Though my guts do twirl and growl
It is the thought that not for long
My journey is ended
As I make my last firm step
At the threshold of my home.
At last I can again feel on my soles
The granules of earth that I coaxed
To nurture the grains of life
That I patiently dropped
From morn till noon, until twilight
Until hot salty sweat dimmed my sight
Then a prayer to Him I said fervently
That all my toils will bear fruit someday.
Home at last!
I thank the Lord for His guiding hand
That prod me to tread the same path
Towards a new life- a gainful life,
Though as He designed I had to strive
Which made me strong
To make the trek back home…
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