come in, sit down
make a little place for yourself
how have you been,
old friend?
what have you done?
Where have you been?
tell me about it all
I will make some tea
open the window
there is a breeze
listen to the harps
and the violins wheeze
and the stained glass
casts a colorful glow
upon every word you speak
and every emotion you show
I'm counting your sips
I know the state of your cup
you don't have to ask me
to fill it up-
for I am your drink,
I am your bread
for I am the feeder of those whom I care
and I am the receiver of all of the prayers
and I have been waiting for you to arrive
welcome home, Son-
welcome to Life.