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?



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