I want to go home . . . I want to go home
NOW! I have to laugh at myself; it's always
the same. I want to go on whatever little
trip we're planning; part of me thinks I'll
want to stay forever . . . and then, the
longing for home takes over.
I love the adventure that comes out of a
trip. The exploring, the seeing new things,
the awakening of the senses. And then
comes the longing, the longing for home.
Perhaps, it's the way we're made; perhaps
home is that 'comfort blanket' that stills
our inner souls.
As I grow older, I can understand that
longing my elders have for wanting to
go home. For some, it may be Nirvana,
others long for heaven, and yet others
simply want to rest from this life. Me
thinks it's almost a need, a need to go
home.
Isn't it interesting how the soul always
knows. I pray mine will let me know
when it's time.
let the good times roll
but then its time to go home
souls longing for rest
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