Journey Homeward
Are we all born homesick?
With an innate ache
for heaven?
Life is bittersweet,
a longing along with
celebrations.
Small agings and deteriorations
at each milestone,
each turning of life.
Why this tug toward
something sacred,
something more than we can grasp?
It shimmers just yonder,
farther than our ken,
somehow elusive, camouflaged,
we grope toward something
fundamental, a treasure
glowing beyond.
(2020)
Your poem reminds me of the gospel song “Beulah Land”:
I’m kind of homesick for a country
To which I’ve never been before.
No sad goodbyes will there be spoken
for time won’t matter anymore.
Chorus:
Beulah Land, I’m longing for you
and some day on thee I’ll stand.
There my home shall be eternal.
Beulah Land — Sweet Beulah Land
I’m looking now across the river
where my faith will end in sight.
There’s just a few more days to labor.
Then I will take my heavenly flight.
Yes!
“Born homesick.” I love that! What a beautiful expression of the longing we feel for our true home.
Makes it a lovely ache, doesn’t it?
I know whereof you speak, particuarly lately. The first three lines of your poem express that feeling so very well.
Are we all born homesick?
With an innate ache
for heaven?
What a beautiful poem- and a beautiful reminder. This is just a temporary tent- “home” is still coming.