Now She’s Home

I wonder if you’re home tonight,
And in returning are alright;
For crossing culture’s boundaries
Is difficult, for there we see –

That life here in oasis-town,
Is blessed for us, and of those around
Us, in more ways than we can count,
Regardless of our bank account.

For all of us in peace abide;
From enemies we need not hide;
Good roads, and schools, and Internet,
Support our lives – in ways, the best –

Is ours – alone, and as a class –
We thrive – but now we know, alas –
That many starve, so all they see
From birth to death is misery.

Now “poverty” and “press of kin
So tightly”, troubles space we’re in,
And lays a challenge at our door –
“Will now be different than before?”

For others have not gone with us,
Nor walked, nor flown, nor gone by bus,
Throughout our recent slice of life –
Have no idea what it’s like.

Transitions are most dangerous;
There’s turbulence within – and fuss
When others get to meet again
Their friend whose life is rearranged.

You’ll be okay; walk quiet now;
Come back on-side with them somehow;
For soon they’ll come to where you’ve been,
And you’ll step forward, for you’ve seen –

And have been through this way before,
Know there’s no need to fear the door
Which stands now closing others out;
You’ll open it, no fear, no doubt.

“How have you got the courage, girl?”
They’ll ask from terror of the swirl;
“I’ve been through this one time before –
Come, see the life that’s through this door.”

Welcome Home, Dixie!

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