Luke 7:36-8:3 Remembering LoveWritten by Rob Rauffer on Jun 17, 2013 in - No Comments
The most important this is to remember the most important thing.
The Way Home
We all start there, or to be more precise,
here, at home, that place and time
where we are held in love’s
warm eternal bath, essentially blessed.
Baptized in the waters of fading innocence,
very early on life’s journey,
we find ourselves drifting on currents
that carry us away from home.
From mother’s breast denied our longing
to the uninitiated father’s clumsy tutoring,
we are all schooled in the art of leaving home
until we are cast off, some before their time,
like a dinghy onto life’s tumultuous sea.
Some fare reasonably well on this
vast foggy ocean learning to
navigate with ego’s sextant,
albeit mostly in circles, around others
who in their too little vessels
have forgotten their way to shore,
or even that there is a shore.
For countless others there are homecomings.
Some come out of the fog drifting
onto beaches on islands of hospitality,
there finding refuge among other castaways.
Others, whose battered, sinking floats
are plucked from the waters by angels
find themselves still shivering
in love’s familiar embrace.
Still others, though they are few,
awaken with graceful intention
as if their little boat
and the assaulting waves
were all a dream, to know,
really know, through the clearing fog,
that they were home all along
as they sail in their little boat
on the ocean of God’s love.