homesick

contemplations on the mortal & immortal. partly poem, mostly lament.

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- homesick -

~ contemplations on the mortal & immortal ~

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i’m homesick for what is not my home

missing what i have never known

wondering how i feel so alone

when the world is so full, so noisy.

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i’m dreaming of things i have never seen

strange visions, strange melodies, what do they mean?

the echo of the profound, of the things unseen—

realities unknown to broken man !

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the wind is soft, fireflies, they fly

stars, they dust the deepening sky—

but i ache, somehow, it’s all a lie

a mockery of what was once lost, destroyed.

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a curtain before me, a curtain i see—

mere sheet, pulled down, would it set me free?

i reach, but alas, the faint cloth did flee—

and i’m left in a twisted world, thus false !

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i weep because of the loss of what’s true

the distorted realities we live in, through—

the failings that are both me, and you

the scars of creation long killed, lost, slain.

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o Holy Father, Trinity,

look down on us, look down and see

the achings of mortality !

oh Son of God, you’ve set us free

so may i wait, most patiently

for the Sovereign plan of freedom.

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This is a poem about something I think many of us feel, but often struggle to express, and the only way I know to describe it is as “the achings of mortality”.

I feel it when I see a beautiful sunset, hear a moving song, learn of a brave sacrifice, or experience something wonderful—it’s a deep ache, an ache that I don’t truly understand—I think it’s the ache for what has been lost.

There have been moments where I have felt so close to it, almost as if when I reached out a hand, I could pull back a curtain that would show me what I cannot yet understand or even realize.

I’m homesick for what is not my home. I’m missing what I have never known.

I think that place, that thing, is Heaven.

I’m grateful that those who claim Jesus as their Savior will know what it is to no longer be homesick.

I’m grateful that we have a true home.