Home, At Last

24 Jul



My bag is packed for the day’s journey.
All I need now is Light to show me the way.
Patience, the sun will rise and the path will
begin to appear.

Along the way I will embrace moments of
love, listen for hints of Spirit counsel, try to help
when need appears, learn something more
about myself, confirm my common humanity
with fellow travelers.  I will walk slowly,
deliberately and gratefully.

If the way is difficult, I will lie down
in a green pasture, splash my face
with cool, still water.  When the
afternoon rain comes, I will lay my
pack aside, raise my hands to the
sky and sing a song of thanksgiving.
Somewhere along the way, I will
walk through a meadow filled with
bluebonnets, sit down among them
and listen to their stories.

And, when evening gives way to
night, I will see the warm glow
in the window, watch the door
open wide and behold the face
of my Friend who always waits,
always welcomes.

Home, at last.
Home, at last.


2 Responses to “Home, At Last”

  1. gz July 24, 2019 at 7:23 am #

    Thank you for the beautifully descriptive trip and truly there is no place like home.

    • AZWriter July 24, 2019 at 7:51 am #

      Have a good journey, yourself.

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