With my baptism due on the eigth of March I felt this poem was appropriate for some part of that.
Looking back I can see the fires,
Of that life I’ve left behind me,
Still within me something stirring,
Longs for chains now that I am free.
What fool would head back down that road?
Would I be him and make that choice,
For such mites of dulled down treasures,
Turning away from God’s own voice.