STAY AWHILE HERE
by Zach B. McClure
Sometimes I wish I were
unbound
and free to roam the skies.
And never taste the bitterness
of life's unanswered whys
But, bittersweet, this life is.
ordained by Wiser Hand.
For bitter makes me hungrier for
sweet of distant land:
-Where I shall know more fully
even as I'm fully known.
Where bitter is
a faded dream.
Where I
shall be at Home.
Sometimes I've wished I were
unbound
to freely roam the sky-
for now - I will camp out
down here;
Beneath His Watching Eye.
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