A Poem for Day Thirteen
Home is a feeling
that can elude me
I wake in this house I love
Love her people
her spacious grace
Only to find myself
missing somewhere else
And when I'm there
I miss here
The practice of thanks
brings me back
Settles me kindly
where I am
And I am grateful
Not only for
places of shelter
But for the longing
in between
Surely you
who weave all together
for certain good
Surely you
are speaking
this quiet
wondering morning
This is truly why you came
That I might find
my home
is you
-lisa, 13 December, 2013
4 comments:
Thank you. A very specific word for today.
Thank you Lisa. I love the way you have worded something I often feel, and continue to learn.
I love this. The longing for one while in the other; it's not a bad thing. God is in both. And he's our home. Thanks for this reminder. It was needed. x
Yes!
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