Welcoming Homes (whilst travelling)

Sore feet cry for upliftance
Heavy legs call for a seat
Buckling knees squeak for peace
Aching backs plead for alighted burdens
Hungry stomachs bellow for a morsel
Weary lungs pant for ease
Tired hearts drum for a break
Sleepy eyes yawn for a rest

And behold! A light in the distance
A beckoning voice. A friendly face
The bed is made, fresh towels are ready
The table set & sweet discourse is poured out.
How much a blessing for the travelling soul
Is a hot drink upon the stove?
How wonderful is a welcoming home
To those long on the road?

By Pete Scopes