My whole life has been a coming home,
Each brand-new landmark
A familiar bee-path
We are all born from God,
Our fresh new minds already imprinted.
Each painful step on the Path
Sings the Land back from the Dream.
Pray that next time you won’t get lost,
All the aching, striving, wanting souls
Who are eating the Earth, are
Only wandering in search of their lost breadcrumb trail.