BY CLARE-THERESE

From water I was born to life

I rose through waves to joy and strife

To be a guardian and a guide

To Earth and ocean, sea and sky

That were not home.

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I breathed the salt of ocean-tide

I rode the currents, warm and wide

I soared o’er lake and pool and sea

Sweet summer winds did carry me

But never home.

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I swept along the river-path

Rejoiced in rainstorm’s aftermath

I saw the daybreak, soaring high

Wash over all the sand and sky

But ’twas not home.

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I wept as rain abandoned Earth

My weeping watered and gave birth

To seed which bloomed into Their bread;

Their precious children I had fed,

And yet I longed for home.

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At night I lie beneath the stars,

And still I dream of home afar.

This life is like an endless sea,

Ever drifting under me

It makes me ache for home.

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I’ve seen the beauty of the world

Since first my young wings were unfurled

I hold its agony and rain

Within my heart, as my own pain

For it is Their home.

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But when I leave the ocean-foam,

The water I was made to roam,

Called at last, one weary flight

To rest forever in the Light,

I’ll know that I am home.