lean's bridge -- a poem

life is not an away game, come home.

run though --

like a child through the grass

because all this won't last

with stroke of divine brush

those hopes once stirred by gusts of wins

though they come again and again

they end.

who are you then?

where do you stand--

rock or sand?

on the Hope of hopes or hopes of land?

does He call you friend?

do you know where you'll go in the end?

hit send on the letter to the Editor

tell Him it's been hell on earth

how nothing is enough for her

or say i'm an introvert

high and green the stacks "i" earned

the dreams "i" worked

and yet i hurt

there is empty in my shirt

but You heard before i called

when i ran home, far off and small

You ran faster

there's no matter You can't resolve

i was lost

i was lost

i was lost

but "in the beginning" said John

Your love goes on and on

so now i sing a different song

one where home is all i want.