I am a stranger in this place

A traveller on a journey home

I carry nothing. It wouldn’t do

To be burdened with inconsequential things

Baggage can be discarded

Pride and all folly

Are excess on this final flight

A new beginning, and

I feel a thrill of anticipation

A lifelong promise soon to be realised

A kingdom come

My father opens his arms

And I am welcomed home, at last