I've been to the citiestheir malls, expressways
concrete and noise,
where my spirit tembles
and sputters.
We covered miles to see
lakes, forests,
breathing in silence,
peace amid all He has created.
Last evening
we drove back into our yard.
With the crackle of leaves underfoot
we unloaded suitcases,
groceries, purchases made along the way.
As the familiar began
to settle
around me
I saw a welcome home gift.
Glory painted in the sky
by the One
by the One
Who is with me
when I wander
and when I am still.
There is no place like home,where I abide
in Him.
Stop by L. L. Barkat's Seedlings in Stone for more On, In and Around Mondays
5 comments:
I appreciate your reflection on returning home. There is nothing to compare with it. Is it any wonder that our soul longs for Home when so many imitations occur while we are here on earth?
I'm new to the Seedlings in Stone blog hop so I'm hopeful you'll stop by and "meet" me.
There's no place like home. And we cannot imagine our Home that we will finally rest in someday--it is beyond what our minds can grasp. :)
A Glory painting... Perfect for the God Gallery!
A beautiful sky is one of my favorite welcome home gifts. Funny, since the sky is everywhere, yes? :)
There's nothing quite like coming home. For me, ensconced in suburbia, the sunset doesn't fill me up and surround me as it did on the farm when I was a child. I miss that.
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