
In that shadowy moment when my heart cries for something inexpressible, for experience I cannot name, I remember that I must be yearning for home. In the sweet breath between sleeping and waking, when the edges of my consciousness fog into a greater being, I remember that I must be yearning for home. In the strange ecstasy and passion of life, when I partake of emotion far beyond me, I remember that I must be yearning for home.
2 comments:
Lovely post, dear. And considering the beauty and sweetness in this life and world, what must that home be like! Reminds me of the song we used to sing--"Beulah Land, I'm longing for you..."
Love the picture, too :-)
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