Show me the way
Show me the way
To go home
Say I to the prisoner
Sober
So deeply entrenched
In isolation
Distance has become habitual
A hermit’s enclosure
A criminal cell
And I am loathe to leave
We are in trepidation
Of the familiarities for which we long
Intimacies lost
Freedom’s day is dawning
And it would be easier not
To meet it
The return to normality
Frightens us
As the possessed were frightened
Of Jesus when He was about
To deliver them
