THE ARCHITECT
by ERIK JOHANSSON.
The architect of my dreams
built a small cabin
for me
and set it to perfection
at the edge of the western sea.
But he gave me no roadmap
and threw away the key.
It took me forty years
to find its path and door
and, when I had to go away,
it took me twenty more
to climb, once more, the mountain
that led me to its shore.
And here I will stay, now,
forever, evermore.
a little ditty for Shay's Sunday Muse. #78 already. How time flies!
Very nice, Sherry! I'm so glad to see you where you belong now.
ReplyDeleteBtw, I am having the same issues with those two formats taking my comments.
I am so glad you are where you belong. This is quite an epic of searching - and finding.
ReplyDeleteIt can be a long journey going and coming can't it? I love this Sherry, and love that you are where you were meant to be.
ReplyDeleteFinding your belonging place so eloquently written, Sherry!!
ReplyDeleteYes, and I've glad I witnessed your return! :)
ReplyDeleteFascinating story and beautifully written.
ReplyDeleteSherry, I love this as your journey circled back to your place of heart. It brings honor to the place of belonging.
ReplyDeleteThank goodness you were shown where home was and no matter how long it took you have returned there.
ReplyDeleteWhat a story. So comforting yet challenging to look back on. Making ourselves at home takes a while.
ReplyDeleteThere is a sadness here Sherry, but also courage and resolve — the ,final i pression is one of power. Fine piece!
ReplyDeleteAs long as you are where you are supposed to be, the hard work, and pain can begin to fade.
ReplyDeletesuch a beautiful poem, Sherry.