On My Way Home

by Naomi

Some days, I fly low over the surface of the earth

with the falcon’s eye

watching for any movement of God.

Some days, I fly as near to the sun as my soul

will carry me

without scorching my eyes.

Some nights, I hover like the hummingbird

near the moon hoping to

sip the sweetness of the light.

Some nights, I land on the shoulders

of the great ones

and become a listening heart

to catch the tears and laughter and prayers

of other hearts.

Some nights, I see how many stars

I can touch and kiss

to bless them for their guiding light.

Some nights, I carry a chalice of love

and invisibly anoint every precious person

with the sacred oil of dew

gathered from the tears of God

that have fallen on the night blooming flowers

in the garden of my heart.

Some nights, I call out the arms of God

that reach around the world,

and I settle into the living warmth

of the place nearest the divine heart that

gives life to mine.

I fall into the undefined depths

of a love that can baptize and cleanse

and heal infinite hearts,

as I nestle into a beauty too vast

to ever abide in a word.

The purity surrounds and receives

my surrendered soul,

as if it were the only offering

of this precious moment circling

into an intimacy

that enfolds me in forever.



Naomi




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