I've watched the sun fall into the ocean off the Western Shores. I've stood among the ancient pines and looked from high hills to the edge of the horizon. I've breathed fine, clean air and watched salmon leap in roaring rivers.
Now I'm coming home.
I've laid a few ghosts to rest and exorcised a demon or two that I found hiding in a laundry basket in the darker, less visited corners of my soul. I've wept like a baby and troubled deaf Heaven with my bootless cries. I've pounded out a few miles under a different sky.
Now I'm coming home.
I'm leaving a place that welcomed me, though it was never mine. I'm returning to a place that is no longer mine, but may yet be. I've burned in a fire that I did not start, but that tempered my spirit, nonetheless. And from those ashes I built a new Tehuti-- better, faster, stronger-- Tehuti 2.0, if you will.
And now I'm coming home.
You may not recognize me. I won't be the guy with a frown on his face. I won't be pulling a raincloud on a leash. I won't be the guy trapped by the follies of yesterday-- his or anybody elses. I'll be today's fool, full of grand hopes and ready to stumble through today's mistakes. I'll be the guy with a clean slate and a new box of crayons. I've wadded up my anger and stuck it like gum to the bottom of the bus station bench. I've forgiven and forgotten. I've given the world and myself a super do-over.
Now I'm coming home.
Are you ready? You may not recognize me. I'll be the guy with his sleeves rolled up, the first to arrive, the last to leave. I'll be the man who can look you in the eye without blinking, who can face down trouble without flinching. I'll damn the torpedos and shoot when I see the whites of their eyes. I'll let no one make me a prisoner of the past, and I'll hold you accountable for only today. I will be the man who is seven feet tall on the inside, who doesn't give up, give out or give in. I'll stand firm in the certainty of my own worth and expect others to toe the line in my playground for a change. But no matter what, I'll tend toward mercy, for that's what Tehuties do.
I'm coming home. Just close your eyes and listen for the Gary Owen.
It'll be great seeing the 2.0 Tehuti, wellcome as always. . .
Posted by: RX | August 08, 2004 at 10:34 AM