Can We Go Home

After the last mile is trod,
The last burden delivered,
Then, and only then can we go home.
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In the light of the evening
Shadows blind with
Shadow casters.
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Giving rise to
Imagination run wild
And fearful supposition
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As to what is real
And what is error
Fills the soul with confusion,
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This body of corruption
Must be cast aside
Before the incorruptible
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Can adorn our soul
And with new eye
We can see the new earth
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After we are called
And the grave gives us up
To stand before
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The One who put us
On this road
That we must walk.
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That we must walk
To its end
And walk it alone
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Meeting our fears
Or avoiding them
We have to come to our end
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Only then will we know
Or not know
The reason
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Or the lack of one
For if the grave
Does not give us up
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Not only is there
No Judgment
There was never a purpose
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So we are either
Going to go home
Or we are just gone.
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Rexx