Returning Home

Morning's first voice
cracked from sleep's husk
repeats itself, a practiced drum,
return home, return home.

The sun's large body rising
from its West-laid berth, faithful
like a daughter recites her prayer,
return home, return home.

God's sanctuary, its promise
removes us from our earthly home
then destroys it completely;  only

splinters of its lumber remain.

An oath or prodigal forgiveness
seduces heretics to longing, grants
mercy to the exiled briefly, then

buries them in tombs. 

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