The search for home continues on.
The heart not finding place.
The beauteous landscapes, skyscapes,
mountains, rivers, ocean waves …
all echoing home’s place.
The light in another’s eyes. The gentle breath,
the sweet embrace.
Heart beating, breathing as one.
But home is not there either.
A ghost finds no place, a wanderer for eternity
until the day of resurrection,
body meets soul. A sort of homecoming.
Searching for a place to rest my head. Seeking, sometimes finding.
They say home is where the heart is.
Do I find it in the desert alone? Or at rest, resting in You?