Amid Chaff and Weeds
Rubble lays where love once stood,
freed by time's erosion, and decay.
Released it separates, grows wings
and soars off in multiple directions.
The way home is forgotten and lost
amid liberation's self-directed paths
as love multiplies in open spaces,
outgrowing old strictures and rafters.
The roofs and walls are left to fall,
exposing crumbling foundations
over which wind whistles and cries
in soft echo of a familial call.
Longing will grow with posterity,
re-raveling the threads of memory
into knitted rows of kinship
that eventually take us back.
Love returns us to the path home
through the thorns and rubble
where pulling away chaff and weeds
we reveal still solid stone.
Member of The Poetic Bandits
© 2011 Tamera Dobbins
Re named from The Way Home