From my earliest thoughts of belonging

I felt the stork got the address wrong

oft struggling with a hopeless longing

 a tug to belong that was so strong.


In my needy grab for nurture – 

I searched seedy places to cover my shame.

Finding that drink would become a lurcher

of false nurture, so God, let’s begin a new game!


Since there was no room in the womb 

I entered His sanctuary passing heavenly 

gates, where God’s Grace, whence abloom

fed my freed Spirit,  I sobbed heavily.


Years have now passed, beyond count at times,

as my North Star leads me to the one address 

stamped on my soul - return to Sender anytime,

Postage paid in full … because of His Noblesse.