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By Sheila Dougal Said the Pilgrim to her friend, “Let's go home!” He looks at her blank He doesn’t understand The language she speaks She points and signs, But his wrinkled brow Remains inclined Said the Exile to the colonized, “Let's wander on home!” She’s looking for kin Longing for another Who knows this tongue. She’s young in the language Her Brother taught: Love means reaching Truth and grace make a complete thought Said the Sojourner to the resident, “Let's gather at home!” She’s looking for a companion To walk this thorn-covered road Neglected by those who have abandoned it Our mother, wayward as she was, Told us the way. Ammi to her husband, She nursed us in faith Asked the Wanderer of the lost, “Do you know the way home? Will you walk with me? We’ll go the way where free means You can bend your knee.” Asked the Redeemed of the bound, “Do you want to go home?” Won’t you walk with me? There’s a way where high is low And lost is searched for till found Come home with me, friend I’ll motion and sign I’ll walk slow, and if you need to stop, I’ll take the time Come home with me, friend I know you’ll see The goodness of walking this road With me And when we get home The air will be sweet The land I’ve heard is vast Our Brother we’ll meet Sheila Dougal lives in the low deserts of Arizona with her husband and sons. Some of her poetry and essays are published at Fathom Mag, Clayjar Review, The Gospel Coalition, The Joyful Life Magazine and other publications. You can also find her at her blog, Cultivating Faithfulness, Twitter, Instagram and Facebook.
Sheila's other work on Foreshadow: Descent (Poetry, June 2023) Ode to the Day (Poetry, July 2023)
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