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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