My love is across the seas of wheat
Fields of rippling, endless green
Yellow heads bending in the wind
Frozen brown furrows of waiting earth

I know why you chose this journey
I know what you do matters
I know where you lay your heart
I know who you miss often
I do not know when you’ll come home

A home has been promised and built for you (if only in my heart)
A bed has been dressed and laid for you (with no tree as a post)
A heart has been saved and mended for you (freely given with joy)

Come home to me, my love
Come home to me, my heart

I am Penelope, waiting...