Leaving home we travel
and we take a body once again.
This is His caper which we enact;
we are His troupe of thespians.
The play is not without its framework.
It is filled with spectacle and
drama, comedy and tragedy.
Nothing is beyond His ken!
The game is afoot, this life is looming,
and it all seems so real.
So we traverse this existence
in joy and pain of loss and gain.
Each born in a province of his making,
covered in our ignorance
to what we truly are, not knowing
we are His.
We are moved by the impulsion of Time
to find Truth, although we do not know
what that Truth might be.
It is just that the heart feels life is lacking.
There is a void, an emptiness that
the mundane can not relieve.
Friends and family cannot assuage
the profound compulsion to seek.
So we accelerate in whatever direction
we think will fill us.
We gather people, status and things
but what we need is to be empty.
Empty of desire, empty of passion,
empty of lust, greed and attachment.
Hallowed, naked of the world, and pure,
we stand ready to receive His Word.
And then, we know there is a place
for us in The Father’s house.
So we begin the journey home,
As the Eternal Lover of God.
