Journey Homeward (poem)

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)

6 comments

  1. 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.

  2. 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?

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