The Final Homecoming
As time begins, it will also befading,
Will begin as a face of a lost father.
Time will begin and will come again as a missing father, Christ,
We are waiting for hisarrival,
We are waiting for the finalhomecoming,
the final transgivings for the much awaited arrival,
Imagined a real spaceman lost in space,
Imagined the strandedworld beloved astronaut beamed byacross the worlds without barriersby live telecasts,
And the millenium of compounding mysteries,
The riddle of the risened Christ,
The riddle of life after death,
The puzzles of immortality
The final home coming,
The grand embrace from the milleniumcenturies of the missing father,
We have never fail this tests, will never fail this tests again even from the last glimpses of our unenlightened sky,
The light and the way for the dimming world to face the truth,
The Homecoming.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The Father is what we measure all life with. Great poem.
Thank you Dave for your comments, We are all waiting and anticipating for his homecoming,