Wrote this a couple of years ago (Sorry @Aran you’ve heard it before) but it sums up my feelings
Where had I been? in a parallel world perhaps
Real yet unreal. Certainly, the world in which I lived
Though it was real: (joy, sorrow, regret, worry,
All of life, came to my door), I see now there was a veil,
A shadow, between me and it, I seemed detached.
Or was I dreaming, restless, thinking there was more
Yet not knowing what. Was I searching? who can say.
Knowing without knowing, something was missing.
As if to stand before a window, seeing the world,
Through glass, part of that world, yet apart from it.
Until, one day, the old Welsh language whispered in my ear.
“I am the language of your childhood, your family, your history.
Your heritage, your future. Embrace me, learn from me,
Come into the world I offer you, and be glad.
Let me draw back the veil, let me open the window”.
“Gladly” I said.“I have been waiting, unknowing, for your call”
And suddenly my world was changed, I was changed.
Now I could feel, deep inside, new warmth, and comfort.
Now I was happy in my world new found, yet found again.
I had come home, to live, breathe, think in new ways.