has been the longing--to reach the Mountain,
to find the place where all the beauty came from...
Do you think it all meant nothing, all the longing?
The longing for home?
C. S. Lewis, Till We Have Faces
My soul yearns, yes, even pines
and is homesick for the courts of the Lord;
my heart and my flesh cry out
and sing for joy to the living God.
Finding the still point with Sandy
