Home coming
What a pleasure to see, smell and embrace the familiar after being way from home , but also the gnawing sadness of knowing you have left loved ones behind. A time when we are tossed about on a sea of deep emotion.
We are lifted up as on a wave which rises only to go down again. However, there is a raft, the raft of faith. This raft takes us to the next level of our understanding and to accept that times change, people move on and we also are where we are placed for a reason.
I would like to share a poem that has meant so much to me.
When you cross the borders of the desert and head for home
You do not want to turn back
What you are heading for is a place of belonging
A place where you can lay your body down
Everything inside you is running
You have run away often
But this time you are running for home
You will still be yourself
Still be restless sometimes and afraid
But what beckons you now are the bonds of loving
And, when all is said and done
(and sometimes there is too much saying and too little doing)
Living where you life belongs is coming home.
Welcome to the family
Ruth Burgess
Iona Community
Our journey is from darkness into light. For the road ahead has new challenges, choices and all that life will throw at us, but if we are at home in our heart, we will seek to embrace all that comes our way. Being at home in ourselves calms the storm and those around us will be drawn to the anchor of your being.
As you sail into this new way of life and belonging, be at peace…Enjoy the journey. The sunsets and sunrises, they are God’s gift to you.
