Final Home. Poem by Terry Collett

Final Home.

There beyond touch
the touchable, beyond speech
the speakable, my son,
yet to a large degree not
understandable, least not
in this sphere of the now and here.

I can mouth your name
and a mindful of memories
come flooding into the sea
of my being to rock the ship
of my soul to and fro as memories
of you come and go.

Be at peace, my son,
there on that other sphere,
far yet near, this now and here;
watch over my journey
on rough seas and dark storms,
be my guide where ever I roam,
until my journey ends
at the final home.