A Poetic Interlude

May 3, 2014

 

How does one go home

When there is no home any more

When home is only a memory

Of many different places

Of many different people

Of many different experiences

When only Heaven will suffice

And all that has transpired

Is only a sketch of the future

What does one call home

When there is no home any more

When home is only a memory

Of special places

Of special people

Of special experiences

When only Heaven will suffice

And all that has taken place

Is only a hint of what will be

Where does one see home

When there is no home any more

When home is only a memory

Confusing the different places

Confusing the different people

Confusing the different experiences

When only Heaven will suffice

And all that has been confused

Is only a dream of what could be

When is one at home

When home only exists in the heart

When home is only a hope

Of all the different places

Of all the different people

Of all the different experiences

When only Heaven will suffice

And all that has been

Will no longer be

When heaven is finally home

And home finally truly is

When home is no longer a hope

Better than the different places

Better than the different people

Better than the different experiences

When Heaven displaces

All that has been

And becomes all that will be

For now we see only a reflection

As in a mirror;

Then we shall see face to face.

Now I know in part;

Then I shall know fully,

Even as I am fully known

 -Glen James Hallead, July, 2008