Going Home Poem by Rik Bertrand

He came upon me while I was alone,
He told me it was time that I came home.
I recongnized him from the holy book,
and i wondered if I was off the hook.

I came down here to do some good,
and I haven't done as well as I could.
Peace is the last thing on anyone's mind,
and love and caring was a very rare find.

He told me that it wasn't my fault,
that life must be taken with a grain of salt
that love is there down deep inside,
and that for what i have done I should have pride.

I did my best to show the world some love,
and there were some that i was so proud of.
but the masses only wanted spoils and riches,
and that left me walking in the dirtied dithes.

He looked at me and he smiled his smile,
and said what I did was well worthwhile.
I touched those that need to be touched,
and they will touch others ever so much.

So I took his hand and we left for home,
and I wondered where next I would roam.
The lord looked down and grinned his grin,
he said 'son your home, so just say Amen'.

REB (JUN 2010)