Home
Basket of bread
Doled out for many
Nothing left
After wading in plenty
Servant heart
Forgotten by most
Sweeping corners
A perpetual ghost
Ring left bare
Looking for Hope
Searching ’round
An eventual trope
Wings of honey
From angels hovering
Warming bones
With divinity covering
Eyes locked straight
Wishes to form
Smiling still
Picturing the norm
Weary hands stop
Basket set down
Tender tears
Threaten to drown
Turning to leave
Next chapter in tome
Sweetened bread
He feels like home
