The longing for God…

Very often on the new moon,

or the full moon,

or when I am busy moving furniture,

making pickles….I get lonely for home. 

Flowers growing out of the rock...mhf
Flowers growing out of the rock…mhf

How can you explain this deep

joy that mingles with a echo of home.  

The longing that flows over your lashes,

down your cheeks and soaks your chest.  

The heart wrenching desire for the more …the more of home. 

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