and raise their arms in supplication;
but there are others who surrender
to their raw needs as desperation
heightens the urgency.
I’m always steps away from calling
but something keeps pulling me back;
I see your porch light is always on,
waiting for me to come home.
I won’t disappoint you this time, father.
I’ve hesitated one too many times
as I approached your gate,
for fear that I am no longer pure;
I had strayed for so long.
I am like a worldly ghost
looking to escape a shadow
that keeps trailing me.
Let your light shine upon my path;
and let it be seen far and wide.
Helena Malheur 2012