Come home- the land whispers. It calls me by my name. 

You’ve learned a new language, even mastered their ways, spent most of your years away.

But the time has come. Walk your motherland.

Here your hands are needed. 

Learn to weave what you’ve gathered into

your precious land. 

Embrace your people. Memorize their faces. 

Dig your toes deep into the sand. Swim in the salty sea. 

Walk in the forest. 

Learn the name of the trees, flowers, and animals.

Breathe the scents into your heart,

melt the breeze onto your skin,

immerse the fruits upon your tongue.

On this soil you will find 

what you are always searching for. 

Here your true work begins. 

In Honduras, you will find yourself. 

At home your heart roams free.