Homecoming

We all come around to the same thing —

Some through worship,

some through reckless living,

some through questing,

some through steady working.

At whatever place we put our efforts

We start to break in —

The walls of our illusion start to thin,

so we can glimpse the wideness of our being;

The floor of our confusion fades away

and shows the wondrous depth

to which we reach.

So we focus,

so we understand

the nature of eternal God within,

the sweet imperative of the I AM.

And everyone we thought was so impossibly diverse

We’ll see, now, with the welcome eyes of oneness,

And everyone we thought that we could never comprehend

We’ll see as neighbor, recognize as friend.

©Wendy Mulhern

August 9, 2013