Finding Home
“I lift my eyes to the mountains–where does my help come from? My help comes from the Lord, the Maker of heaven and earth.” Psalm 121: 1-2 NIV

In the crisp
of a mountaintop morning
where cell service
was sparse
and silence
drifted over my busy
like the aroma of coffee
before sunrise
I hiked amidst
spurts of bird songs
sleepy eyes awakened
by His awesome.
Swinging my arms
forgetting my age
embracing His beauty
for joy doesn’t wear a watch.
I danced
because surrender can’t stand still.
I lingered
because life should not be rushed, anymore.
I listened
because there is learning in the leaning.
I looked up
because that is where my Help comes from.
I lost
my hurry
and
found
His Hallelujah.
No more wander.
Only Love’s whisper.
Welcome home, child. XOXO
So honored and excited to have this poem, “Finding Home”, as well as “Because You Do, Because You Are”, published online by Calla Press. Check out their beautiful ministry at http://www.callapress.com.
Spread your joy,