The Road Home

The Road Home
Michael Dennis Browne

Tell me where is the road I can call my own,
That I left, that I lost, So long ago?
All these years I have wandered,
Oh when will I know
There's a way, there's a road
That will lead me home?

After the wind, after rain, when the dark is done,
As I wake from a dream in the gold of day,
Through the air there's a calling
From far away,
There's a voice I can hear
That will lead me home.

Rise up, follow me, Come away, is the call,
With the love in your heart as the only song;
There is no such beauty as where you belong,
Rise up, follow me, I will lead you home.


The poem is one I heard set to music this weekend at a concert. The words touched me. "After the wind, after rain, when dark is done......There's a voice I can hear that will lead me home.....There is no such beauty than where you belong."
I think you know when you are on the right path. Your day is brighter, your load is lighter, your love is deeper. Outside forces can be deceiving. Follow your heart, that inner voice, and I truly believe you will find that 'home'.