Rolling over into the embrace of life
in the absence of slumber,
with the excitement of a trip to be taken
and the joy of departure from the familiar,
we set out on a vacation from what is known,
a trip into the far off reaches of imagination,
and arise with the intent of walking from our current understanding.
A passing moment of exuberance.
The enticing, lustful desire to be free soon finds its end
at the precipice of a decision.
How far will this take the vulnerable expectations of a searching heart?
is there fulfillment to be earned?
a reward to be purchased?
a life to be lived?
peace?
With an aching heart you turn with a lowered head.
The path from which you’ve come descends back through the pains of your ascent.
With averted eyes you retreat feeling that hope is being left behind
only to find that life, love, peace, joy…hope…is what you were running from, not to.
Turn, therefore into the grasp of hope.
Come Home.
johnallenbishop 