call me from the earth for i have many names
that our father placed within my soul
to lead a journey from the wilderness of the spirit
into a promised land where i chose to strike a rock
and water not blood poured forth
in promise to the multitudes
who were fed with several loaves and fishes
so that they remembered we all come
from the loins of a man given generations
numbering among the stars
and though his back may have turned upon one
destined to walk within the desert
a father's heart can never dwell far
from the halls of love when it comes to a son
for i wore a coat of many colours
which my brothers ripped from my back
soaked in the blood of the lamb
and placed before the crying eyes of an old man
who watched his dreams fade with the light of my life
until all was forgotten save for his pain
but the journey returned me to those of my blood
and all was forgiven before a sunrise
on a hushed chill morning in a promised land
where each of us has many names
Roger B. Humes
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