Please Come Home


I lived in an egg




Restrained to grow

And cheer up

And chirp

And fly

When forced to come out

I walked on eggshells

I wiped tears

I speak not

When I have chosen to live

I walk with faith

Found home


For Jingle Poetry on Our Home, Temple, Sanctum

For the missing child — yours, you, or the child within. Come back home again.

All brokenhearted

The House of God is open

Please come home and heal.


For Us. Let’s come home.




68 Responses to “Please Come Home”

  1. nice imagery here

  2. aynsley7 Says:

    I loved this. I can totally identify, but at the same time, I can interpret it about a million different ways.
    This was truly beautiful. thank you so much

  3. Michael Says:

    “and cheer up” — lovely wordplay!
    “I walked on eggshells” — terrific dual meaning.


  4. Joshua H Wu Says:

    This poem made me smile :]


  5. kolembo Says:

    I walked on egg shells…it’s fragile. Very nice.

  6. Rashmi Says:

    Yes,There’s no place like β€œhome”…wonderfully and so touchingly written…I love this …

  7. trisha Says:

    a divine poem. what a beauty. you have portrayed our lives perfectly.


  8. dragonkatet Says:

    Aw, this was moving, spoon. Home surely is where the heart is, isn’t it? No place like it! πŸ™‚

  9. Kim Nelson Says:

    This short piece resonates with emotion and meaning I viscerally understand. You put it all together so well, without waste or want.

  10. Jingle Says:

    an ultimate home indeed,
    divine take.
    Thanks for sharing.


  11. Ann Says:

    O wow!!

    Praise the Lord!

    Thanks, Princess… this is wonderful!

    Freed and redeemed,

  12. dan Says:

    Until you leave or lose it, home is just a place to stay. Home becomes so much more when you begin to stray. But always your heart knows, and searches until that day.

    • bendedspoon Says:

      Thank you for that meaningful comment! Yes the heart always longs to be home after a tiring search of whatever it think can make it happy. Once home there it finds happiness…

  13. bward42 Says:

    Really sensitive and gentle, well done! It’s so moving as a result!

  14. Olivia Says:

    Heartfelt and very precise indeed!
    Wonderfully expressed.. No matter what, reaching home I feel I have flown back to my den/nest/womb..

    Love xx

  15. My only comment is that I LOVED this. Well done, amazing!

  16. Jessica Says:

    That’s a very heartfelt poem. I love the few words chosen, they say more than many a rambling verse!
    Thanks for visiting my poem earlier.

    • bendedspoon Says:

      Hehe. Honestly I have not much choice but to use and share the few words that I know.

      Thank you so much great poet for appreciating my simple poem.

  17. Nancy Says:

    The poem was so rich. Thank you. The video touched me so deeply. I am the age of many of those kids. I have childhood photos of myself and cousins that look so like them: Hair curled on rags, hat brim turned up, fat cheeks, fighter-pilot-helmet hat, leggins. Make me very nostalic for the child I am.
    Again, thank you.

  18. Ina Says:

    I liked it, sunny side up and all πŸ™‚

    • bendedspoon Says:

      Oh yes! I can actually smile just looking at sunny side up — so like us. How the yoke can occupy the center of our being but if we want to we can take it all out in one clean circle — goodbye bad soulesterol.

      Have a sunny day! πŸ™‚

  19. thingy Says:

    I’m trying to think of an egg pun, but I think you got it covered. Cute poem.

    : )

  20. Pat Cegan Says:

    Having left home and country to serve in Brazil, I learned that home is truly within. Only senenity and love gives us a true sense of home. How beautiful are your poems. I feel as if I landed in the perfect bakery filled with sweet words. Thanks! hugs, pat

    • bendedspoon Says:

      {Serenity + Love = Home} Love it!

      Thank you for making me smile with the bakery thingy! You made me think and indeed this place is like a bakery — with pastries, bread and sweet bloggers! Now where do I use the spoon?

      Blessings to you! πŸ™‚

  21. My eyes misted… the word ‘Home’ is enough to make my tears getting ready to roll…

    Your poem, I feel so connected to it.. especially, ‘…When forced to come out
    I walked on eggshells
    I wiped tears
    I speak not
    When I have chosen to live
    I walk with faith..’

    I stared at those words… you spoke what’s hidden in my heart.. and you end with a perfect note.. πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚

    Yes, come home and heal… *HUG*

  22. Sam Says:

    What a beautiful ending…God’s home is always open for the one who seeks it.

  23. such a healing touch in these words.i found peace and a sense of comfort here.

  24. afirmin Says:

    I loooooove the egg poem! Walked on egg shells, wiped away tears!!! πŸ™‚

    Great post. Take care Alan

    • bendedspoon Says:

      Thanks Alan!
      I used to be beaten first then fried but now I’m sunny side up — yolk separated from the white!

      And best of all someone is willing to take my yoke!

  25. Debbie Says:

    So, so beautiful Rea Sonshine. All of it. Makes me cry too . . .wanting everyone to come home. God bless you for calling the lost ones home again.

    • bendedspoon Says:

      I wish our testimonies are good enough to encourage everyone to come home. But it doesn’t work that way for most of us. Have to get lost first to really want to come home. Blessed are those who come home — they will be welcomed with rejoicing!

  26. Very inspiring and well-written.

  27. Cheryl Says:

    “Come home and heal.”

    I needed to hear that. Beautiful. There really is no place like home.

  28. A.B. Thomas Says:

    Beautiful with a rim of sadness.

  29. jmjbookblog Says:

    Makes ‘home’ even more precious after reading this verse. πŸ™‚ Thanks for sharing! πŸ™‚

  30. There’s no place like “home”. πŸ™‚

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