All roads lead to home

All roads lead to home

The citadel, the hearth,
The warm embrace,
Yet some take a
Mighty detour through
Scrubby heathlands and
Dry spinifex desert and
Cloud torn cliff face and
Wide torrential river that
Twists and turns its way
Through the jungle deep.

All roads lead to home,
Even they might traverse
The globe, span a lifetime,
Bring the prodigal son
Floating back on his bier
Rocking into the long
Reed bed of the river,
Tools of his trade
Arraigned 'cross his chest,
Sunken cheeks exhausted.

All roads lead to home
And all journeys are
Ever a home-coming
We never complete.