It is there,
there where I left it so long ago.
It has not moved,
it awaits my return,
it knows the road I travel,
never concerned with time past.
It awaits my return,
what was tarnished and lost so long
ago will again be found, renewed.
It is there,
there where I left it so long ago,
it awaits my return and rejoices.
The Source opens his arms and forgives.

