I was given the prompt “There was once a…”  

and it prompted this while I was walking my dog, Henry. 

And, I could not get the lyrics out of my head.  I found them so sweet and comforting so I wanted to share.  The link is to a YouTube of the song.

The Beatles https://youtu.be/AcQjM7gV6mI

Golden Slumbers

Once there was a way

To get back homeward

Once there was a way

To get back home

Sleep, pretty darling

Do not cry

And I will sing a lullaby

Golden slumbers

Fill your eyes

Smiles await you when you rise

Sleep pretty darling

Do not cry

And I will sing a lullaby

Once there was a way

To get back homeward

Once there was a way

To get back home

Sleep, pretty darling

Do not cry

And I will sing a lullaby

 

My take on the prompt, “There was once” follows, less eloquent than the Beatles, but something.

There was once a way to get back homeward.

                                             

                                                  There was once a home to get back to.

                     Now things are so different.

                                             The whole world is crying, 

The whole world is grieving.

The whole world has turned upside down.

                      Now life has changed.

The present for some is the past for others.

The future is yet to be known.

 This is a different time, 

                                         This is a different place.

                     

I tell myself that this is a time to find home within.

                                          Look there, turn and look carefully.

Look your fear right in the eye, I say as I muster up gumption.

                           

                                          Go through the needle, know the pain and when 

all is said and done,  you will find home.

                                           

So sleep pretty darling.

                                           Do not cry.

 We will hear a new lullaby.

After all, “we were made for these times”.*

Home will be found again.

                     

                                        

                                       Home will feel like home again. 

A new home, a new way, and it will 

                                         Be home, I will be home again.

 

 

*Clarissa Pinkola Estes