On the roadleaving what once was home
moving toward the home God chose for me
some ten years back.
Just a glimpse
of the shining waters of Lake Superior
as the sun settles down for another day.
Closing my eyes
to see
not what surrounds me
but Who lives within me
I find my center
my peace
not yet home
but home.
Stop by Emily's In the Hush of the Moon for more words imperfect...
10 comments:
Hey, there. Just dropping by to see how things are going. Love this poem, and totally get it. I'm heading "home" this weekend. It's a strange sort of belonging to two places at once, isn't it? And then there's the REAL home. The one we wait for.
Blessings tonight.
Be safe.
Beautiful work again.
Did you see the cross in your picture? You are home wherever you are. Because of Him.
Safe travels once again! Many blessings...
This was such a great reminder for me. My life continues very unstable, but that's ok because home is somewhere between my heart and God and that never moves.
by the way, I think your Imperfect Prose link is wrong...
oh, i love this, and the way you look within and find him. i need to turn my eyes onto his face... i need to find my home in him. i love how you center me. and yes, the cross in the photo--so perfect. thank you, sister, for linking. love to you. xo
Heading home...i love the whole message of hope in your beautiful poem...truly inspirational!
:-)
following the call to where ever he sends you can be quite exhilarating...as well as a bit fearful...
This is not our home. You are so right.
Glad to see you be where you belong,
fabulous prose.
thanks for the inspiration.
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