College Begins

A page turns
In the most wonderful sense
I didn’t come here under
Any false pretense
So I’ve reminded myself
In metronomic echoes all day:
I have a right to be here;
I am invited to stay.
Between the tall brick barracks
Along the slope of the greens,
I unfurl my soul under the
Ambitious reach of the trees
My ears relax into
The soothing symphony of sound
Global dialects singing
The broad world is round
No sides or angles
From which to wage war,
Just one sphere of souls
Standing before One Lord,
As He created it to be.

What a miracle to be standing here.
After all I’ve seen, all it cost,
To have a gained a Heavenly Father
Who can restore what is lost

Was worth the journey.