My Hometown
I’m calling to my hometown now, more than it ever called to me. “Please take me,” I say. “Give me shelter, let me rest my weary heart and drink of your healing waters.” The road which once beckoned me and tantalized my burning desires, now seems never-ending, leading me further away from my beating heart. I know my hometown well. She won’t refuse me refuge, nor all the time I need to recuperate and rest. Still I fear she may react much like a bitter lover, who knows only too well that the open road will again steal me away.
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- Second Communion · September 14‹ Forgive Me Another DaySomething Known ›