Friday, September 5, 2008

Poem: Arriving Home

Arriving Home

It has been a long drive,
back from a week in the city,
working too hard,
feeling too much,
your mind a hurricane
of thoughts and feelings,
awhirl with more that you can grasp.

But you are home now.
In the mail, a card, a simple note.
On the porch, cool dew,
and you strip off your shoes,
and stand,
listening to the tree frogs
that sing on the banks of the distant creek,
feeling the wind, cool and heavy
with moisture of a coming rain,

and all slows down.
You have no more answers than before,
no grand solutions.
Nothing is resolved,
but it does not matter.
Life will keep.
You enjoy God's peace
and cease to think,
choosing instead
pure gratefulness
for this one perfect moment.


The picture is of the gate outside my favorite house in Fincastle, Virginia. You can click on it for a larger version.


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