To all those who’ve been following my blog, you are aware that 2018 has been keeping me on my toes and I haven’t felt the urge to write, so much so it had me worried. And then I saw this picture taken by my father-in-law of the mango tree in the garden and it made my heart beat again.
This picture of the mango tree in full bloom, brought back feelings that were buried under the pressures of daily life and filled me with a deep sense of longing; a longing to return.
I’m not sure if that feeling came from seeing the comforting shadows cast by the leaves above or the wrought, iron gates that open to a world of love and warmth or if it’s the sight of the curved drive that leads up-to a place I now call home.
How much longer must I wait,
Before I walk in through that gate-
How much longer must I run?
How many hurdles and battles must be won-
When, Oh When can I return?
‘Neath those boughs to bask, how much more must I churn…
Now when I see the end is near,
Why this haunting sense of dread, a gnawing sense of fear,
Why does my step falter and my spirit waver-
Will Luck not do this tired soul a favor?
A wave of impatience sweeps,
A sense of stifled urgency, creeps…
“Stop!” says the heart “You must be stronger”,
“You must hang on, Just a while longer”,
The unbridled mind, it does wander,
Harness it I must or watch it squander,
For that home I left behind, my soul does yearn,
“You must not give in. You must not listen. You must be stern”.
The whistling of the wind, a dream-a soft, sweet, melody,
‘Midst the rustling of leaves, sings my heart’s rhapsody,
In those dancing shadows, I long to rest,
But not now, not for a while, not before I have given my best…
For now I must go on,
For a race must be run until it is done…
And a battle begun must be won!
And a battle begun must be won!
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