We are but strangers here
Aliens, in a familiar foreign land.
We knew this dust, walked this clay
Until one day, we found "The Way"
And entered through a narrow gate.
Now, seamlessly we slip in and out among
the indigenous inhabitants.
Maintaining closeness from a safe distance.
Separated by a distinct invisible line.
Outwardly the same
Inwardly changed
and changing.
We retreat, withdraw to quiet places.
Kneeling, we fine tune our ears to
Discern His still small voice.
Discipher His Divine instructions.
We return, parallel.
Working the soil for a common gain.
We assimilate, liberate, celebrate and procreate
Build permanent relationships
Erect temporary dwellings.
Showing His love through
a form of osmosis.
Endeavouring to bring
Salt and light.
Outwardly belonging
Inwardly longing
for Home.
We laugh and cry, live and die
But can leave with little regret
For we never forget, as aliens,
We are but strangers here
12 comments:
So wonderfully true and beautifully written....we are but strangers here....this is full of hope and lovely Elaine! :-)
nice...full of longing to be where we once came from.near to Him and in the presence of all that's holy.very nice.
Gorgeous words! Endeavoring to bring Salt and light. LOVE THIS!
strangers in a strange land...we dont get too attached to but are broken in compassion for...
Inwardly longing
for Home
Me, too! I'm thankful for that hope.
Comforting and nicely written,
"We laugh and cry, live and die
But can leave with little regret
For we never forget, as aliens,
We are but strangers here"
Have a blessed week.
Build permanent relationships
Erect temporary dwellings.
What a great calling out of our priorities.
"Outwardly belonging
Inwardly longing
for Home."
Loved those lines and really enjoyed reading your poem.
The days were I really feel this are the best days...moments!
Beautiful! Gorgeous, really. May we never forget. Adapt but not forget.
Maintaining closeness from a safe distance.
that was one of my favorite lines, but elaine, the whole thing, i loved... how i've been feeling like a stranger lately, longing for home, and how you've captured that longing here. beautiful.
Outwardly belonging
Inwardly longing
for Home.
This is what I long for, what I so easily grow complacent and forget. I need to long for my true home, instead of growing forgetful.
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