-“For our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory that far outweighs them all.” II Co 4:17
Perhaps it was a homecoming of sorts
After a night of revelry,
I trampled upon my own shadow
As I was weaving through dark alleys.
With head bowed and back bent
I silently counted my heavy footsteps,
And my heart seemed to echo with melancholy thumps,
Three, two, one…
Deep was the night
Yet daybreak was still an endless toss-and-turning away,
Ere the darkness was done.
Perhaps this is a long journey,
Albeit laborious, yet dreading it would end too soon;
For there is a joy in mountain climbing and river crossing,
And perhaps, with stone pillow underneath,
I can see the ladder father Jacob once envisioned
And walk straight to the stars through the portal of my dream.
Perhaps in this tattered tent we aren’t meant to remain,
For there is frost at night and brutal is the noonday sun,
And ominous signs of thunderstorm we often see,
And hear warnings of coming hurricane broadcast.
Perhaps the rainbow after the rain has a message to tell,
Reminding us, earth-walkers,
There will be a day of homecoming.