I’m five miles from home
It seems I’m walking through a dream,
With mountains reaching beyond the skies
With lakes, and fields, and streams;
I had some time to cast a line
And hook the largest fish to date,
I let him back into the waters
And travel on my way.

I’m four miles from home
Over canyon walls I climb;
A couple of hunting dogs take up beside me
And soon they scent a lion;
We track it out and corner him
Near the edge of a cliff;
It’s awesome to see one of this size;
I decide to let him live.

I’m three miles from home
On a widely used game trail, I walk;
I came across some fresh elk track,
I hear subtle sounds of wildlife talk;
And as I top over, there stand in a field
Wildlife of every kind;
I stand in awe, holding on to this moment,
Feeling I need to treasure this time.

I’m two miles from home
Near a large tree, I decide to lay;
I take in all the magnificent beauty
Then fall asleep in the shade;
I awaken to angels singing,
And continue up a beautiful path;
I hear them calling out my name,
I hear small children laugh.

I’m one mile from home
On the last leg of my journey;
I feel peace overcome me like never before;
Familiar faces are now greeting me;
HIS light, it surrounds me,
All troubles are gone;
HE beckons me with arms open wide;
I smile at HIM knowing, my journey has ended
And I finally step inside.

I’m home.

In Loving Memory of Tad Sickels

Love, Carla Reams
June 25, 2019