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A storm strikes the peaceful world in which I dwell Shaking the very foundations of my soul Somehow I forget who I am My peaceful world shaken, my ignorant bliss erased And I am left an unknown sojourner, lost in a dark world So I venture into the forest searching for my home Greeted by wild animals and wild people I find trees and habitats, brothers and sisters, but not my home I find a wonderful place to be yes, but my home it is not No matter how fond and wonderful a place the forest, still it is not my home So I take to the countryside in search of my home Greeted by green fields and countless cattle I find crops and vegetation, but not my home I find a place with many brothers and sisters, but my home it is not No matter how fond and wonderful a place the countryside, still it is not my home So I set out out for the city in search of my home Greeted by people more than can be counted I find even some of my brothers and sisters, but not my home I find a place bustling with energy and people, but my home it is not No matter how fond and wonderful a place this city, still it is not my home So I depart the city for a quaint village, in search of my home Greeted by wonderful people, many brothers and sisters I find a many good things and homely people, but my home it is not I find, to my great pain, that this too is not my home No matter all the wonderful and fond things, I know I have no home I fall on the ground and look to the heavens I clench my fist and shake it crying hateful words And then my eyes see the glory of the Lord A cross atop the highest tower of the village For it all comes back to my pounding head I return back to the fold of God from which I had wandered Returning to the home from which I departed And upon remembering my mother, I am reminded of my Father Then I am reunited with my many brothers and sisters whom I had met along the way Truly then, seeing the a glory of the Lord For I was like the prophet who searched for the Lord Seeing the great wind; but the Lord was not in the wind Then the great earthquake; but the Lord was not in the earthquake Seeing the great fire; but the Lord was not in the fire Then he heard the Lord come in a low and gentle whisper I looked for my home in the forest; but it was not in the forest I looked for my home in the countryside; but it was not in the countryside I looked for my home in the city; but it was not in the city And I looked for my home in the village; but it was not in the village For I found my home, my very self, in the Body of Christ He reminded me of my baptism Reminding me of whose mark is upon me Reminding me of who I am In a low and gentle whisper Calling out to me the name I had long forgotten; 'My Beloved'
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May 22, 2016
May 22, 2016 at 5:01 PM UTC
The Sojourner
A storm strikes the peaceful world in which I dwell Shaking the very foundations of my soul Somehow I forget who I am My peaceful world shaken, my ignorant bliss erased And I am left an unknown sojourner, lost in a dark world So I venture into the forest searching for my home Greeted by wild animals and wild people I find trees and habitats, brothers and sisters, but not my home I find a wonderful place to be yes, but my home it is not No matter how fond and wonderful a place the forest, still it is not my home So I take to the countryside in search of my home Greeted by green fields and countless cattle I find crops and vegetation, but not my home I find a place with many brothers and sisters, but my home it is not No matter how fond and wonderful a place the countryside, still it is not my home So I set out out for the city in search of my home Greeted by people more than can be counted I find even some of my brothers and sisters, but not my home I find a place bustling with energy and people, but my home it is not No matter how fond and wonderful a place this city, still it is not my home So I depart the city for a quaint village, in search of my home Greeted by wonderful people, many brothers and sisters I find a many good things and homely people, but my home it is not I find, to my great pain, that this too is not my home No matter all the wonderful and fond things, I know I have no home I fall on the ground and look to the heavens I clench my fist and shake it crying hateful words And then my eyes see the glory of the Lord A cross atop the highest tower of the village For it all comes back to my pounding head I return back to the fold of God from which I had wandered Returning to the home from which I departed And upon remembering my mother, I am reminded of my Father Then I am reunited with my many brothers and sisters whom I had met along the way Truly then, seeing the a glory of the Lord For I was like the prophet who searched for the Lord Seeing the great wind; but the Lord was not in the wind Then the great earthquake; but the Lord was not in the earthquake Seeing the great fire; but the Lord was not in the fire Then he heard the Lord come in a low and gentle whisper I looked for my home in the forest; but it was not in the forest I looked for my home in the countryside; but it was not in the countryside I looked for my home in the city; but it was not in the city And I looked for my home in the village; but it was not in the village For I found my home, my very self, in the Body of Christ He reminded me of my baptism Reminding me of whose mark is upon me Reminding me of who I am In a low and gentle whisper Calling out to me the name I had long forgotten; 'My Beloved'
This is a poem about coming to the Church, the Body of Christ
#jesus#church#theology
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May 22, 2016
May 22, 2016 at 5:01 PM UTC
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