Home: Song of the Water Faerie
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
By Clare Therese