The Way Home

Dear heart of mine

   which thinks of what should be

      instead of what really is.

        I thank you for caring 

          for all the memories

            which come from the past

and seek a home in the present.

O Keeper of stored treasures,

    it is time to turn the pages,

     to find the blank white ones

       ready now to tell, not the old,

         but the new stories, not written,

           out there, but still not seen,

those taking root with a spirit of hope.

O Lover of my soul,   

    my long time Comforter,

      the One who leads on the road

        walked now for more years

          than could ever be counted,

             never causing an aimless step,

know of my heartfelt gratitude.

Father God, Savior of my soul,    

    from before the days of darkness

      in the womb, You planned for me

        and now Your plan still unfolds

           into the days and months,

             the years unknown to me,

but known by You as You take me Home.