to return home.

 

 I sat in the grass and gave thanks to every blade of grass, ‘I’ll see you’ reverberating in my heart. That one echo that accompanied our hearts with every gaze between us, my dear heart.

My eyes have softened these days. A glimmer of love may arouse them into a lifelong, annihilating sacredness. But they soon know, annihilation only truly becomes with Him. The gift is to experience the fragmented mirrors we are before the oneness of time.

The fragment that I am, perhaps I am ready, to return home. A heart has spoken at last— a togetherness with its whole.

What does patience mean when a heart can fully surrender receivership? And how do a thousand longings look like when they’re received?

It’s the return. The airplane. An invisible string tying home to the truest Home.