The unholy wretchedness nearly consumed him.
He is left to lick his vile wounds.
He calls out to his loved ones.
For the first time he can hear their replies.
They cradle him to their bussom.
The home hearth wafts its warmth to all inside.
He feels God’s gentle touch, so long lost.
He is finally home and peaceful sleep is his at last.
-Johnny V.
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