Not Home Yet

Walking in shadows, occasional whispers of light remind me I am


in Him

inadequate, but on the path to home.

The yearning, the longing, keeps doubt in check—


somehow, hoping that

someday what we partly know will be known in whole—




The here seems material, the then so far off; and this shadowed world, so full of souls and stains would break even the strongest, if not for the


the gracelets,

the glimpses of the intangible, leading us from discomfort to discovery

and home.





About apronheadlilly

wife and mother, musician, composer / poet, teacher, and observer of the world, flawed Christ-follower
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