Call us Home

Never felt so cold, I need you.  Your presence permeates the Universe, calling us home.  Calling us home to ourselves, home to you.  Inside and out, we need.  Before our breathe wakes the day, before our consciousness awakens to the new earth, you heart beats in us, through us, to us.  Let me surrender to the love you already say is ours.  Already you call us home, already you  know our pain.  Already you know our thoughts, you work to ease them, maybe you tell us not to be so hard on ourselves.  Your love is born and waits to be born again and again.  Changing those who it is born through, and the recipients.  Until you are all in all.  You give us a name, our true birthright, glowing through the darkest night, until it alone envelops us and carries us through the fog in your glorious light.  Death hath no mastery over you, and you invite us to enter into your precious eternity.  Call us.  Lead us.  Love us.  Let us love you.  Call us upon the waters, down from the great height, in-between the physical matter.  Call us to love.  Pure love.  The catches us by surprise, but then becomes everything.  Shining in the dark, through eyes we cannot yet see, yet calling us to fuller times and fuller places.  Where all is one.  Where we melt into you.  Yet find ourselves at the same time.  Call us home.

Finally Home

 Finding him again, finding him again.  To go deeper.  Deeper in.  To realize that the depth I seek is nothing compared to the depth that seeks me.  My mind tries to seek a few steps ahead of me, to perceive and analyze it, to take it in.  However there is a depth deeper that the greatest sea already prepared for me. Indeed, the very nature of things is to grow in love, only to come to understand love grows me and everything, and seeks only the well-being of all that encounter it.  An infinite depth, from of old, always new. spanning eternity, without beginning or end, yet we never grow old of it.  Experienced as our true home, one that we will not tire of and therefore leave some day, one that holds all of the treasures and riches we've ever wanted, waiting to reveal itself to us.  Lo, even now it stands at the door and knocks, and will enter if we but let it.  For lo, it desires to fill all, join all, engulf all, encompass all, and be all in all.  

Many may seek it from different directions, different starting points, but it was present before our starting points and is the very ground we walk on.  It does not separate us in high and low, in young and old, in rich or poor, by our skin color, it only favors us, only desires us, only seeks to make us one.  It pours generously through the ages, dumping itself on generation after generation, with patience, confident in what it has in store for us.  

To feel you hands around my heart.  To feel, to know, to be known.  To be understood, completely accepted, radiant with joy, finally free, finally home.