Sometimes

“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.

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