Wednesday, April 16, 2008


There is an ache that lives in the deepest part of me. There are times when I can almost forget its presence. When I live in my routine, do my grocery shopping, drive to work, explain something to my students, I don’t feel it.

When I watch the news and see children dying, violence erupting, sorrow escalating, it rears its ugly head. It bares its teeth and screams at me, and I am reminded….

Or when I smell a homecooked meal, laugh from the belly with my friends, watch the sun descend in all its glory rays like fingers stretching across the sky, brilliant colors…the sweetness of it steals my breath as the ache pulses through me, and I am reminded…

It’s a gift.

One foot in front of the other, this is a journey towards Home. But the destination is not a place like this one we know now, it’s a Someone. For now I see through a glass darkly, but one day I will know fully even as I am known.

(I am submitting this post to Scribbit's Write Away Contest.)


Tara said...

beautifully written.

ldperez said...

yup. amen.

Jen said...

I couldn't have said that better myself. No really, I couldn't. Very true and beautifully worded.

Chaotic Hammer said...

Enjoyed this a lot. Very nicely done.

Amy said...

You are all too kind.

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