Sometimes
Nov 17th, 2009 by Liz Bennefeld
“Sometimes”
by
Liz Bennefeld
Sometimes, in the middle of life’s joys,
more than in sorrow,
a desperate yearning for a home I’ve never seen
sweeps over me, and the pain of being here,
not there, consumes me—a living fire.
Longing, waiting, seeing once again
where I have never been,
yet know so well.
And yet, so much of heaven is in this life,
the people that I know, the trees along the lane…
sunrise and starlight and moonlit paths that lead me
someday
from life to death to life,
back home, again.
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A poem for Tuesday, 2009.11.17.