Being-The Return Poem by Mary Mc Creath

Come back
It hears a cry

Come back
To what is yours

Confusion fills the essence
At this call.

Then Hope and Peace and Joy
And
Tired of all its wanderings

It gathers all its
Fragrant
Fragment parts
And
Wisps towards its wholeness,
As it enters what is its
And
Be as one

To roam about its place
Quite self-contained
Content to rest within
That sacred
private
Space
Which holds it
And
Know its being
One more time

Adhering to its
Bodily self as me.