This new, this now

Like a triumphal return 
but without the needy anxious edge 
of vanity. 
 
The truth of me known, 
yet you welcome 
as if there were none better. 

Forty years’ worth 
of dreams of the place before, 
of going back there, 
now I dream my return 
to this place I have never been. 

Weeks of vivid nights,
dreams of this place and that, 
of every place I have spent my heart – 
and now, this dream, 
this vivid night,
this warm welcome home 
to this eternal place, 

this new, 
this now,
this I,
this Thou.

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