The Harvest Home Poem by Joe Fraccalvieri

Can they tell that I am older
Can they sense the changes within me

Will they see
that I've brought the distance closer--
that their ships have returned from the sea

Will they now hear
that the Voice of God is softer
just a whisper yet so clear

No more time for fighting
no time left for fear

Now cheer your choice-- hear God's voice
like the humming of working bees
from the world of milk and honey
in a land where God lives on every breeze
and in all your years the days are sunny
and you can see Truth is in each of these

You've come back home to Paradise…
Have anything you please