How far you’ve wandered,
Tempted as Helen was,
Or, stolen away,
Yet, returned to us.
How fare you glow now,
In this simple, summer day,
Bled of excess, outstretched;
Clothed in skin and sunlight.
Stay as long as you like,
There is no time here.
As sure as rain shall fall,
Or rivers flow,
Forever stands our home,
Enchanted by distance,
Forgotten with fondness,
Attuned by silent musicians.
Field of Home
