Home Again

The walk on the beach took me
Home Again ...

Home: "A place where we live permanently (OAD)". Most have one; some don't, yet they seek one. Strange, this magnetic power of a home. Last Saturday was lovely, full of sunshine after days of fog ... a day to leave home and walk the shore. I did, and was refreshed. Funny how a beach walk relaxes the senses, expands the mind to perceive more than the eyes see. The tide had receded leaving behind trapped pools of itself among the rocks. It seemed to stand motionless, but ever so slightly it moved as though it were alive, seeking a means to reunite itself with home. Accelerating as it found its nadir, it allowed gravitational physics a part in the process of reuniting it to its source.

Small rivulets cascaded anxiously to the sea, and if the mind could imagine it, one might have been a giant, overlooking a Canyon Grande where a river cut through the years and miles of monolithic sandstone ... if only one could imagine such. I tried .. Some, though not all, of the water escaped its prison among the rocks, soon to be at home again with the Mother Sea. But some didn't make it on that trip. Mother Nature has no orphans ~~ ­evaporation and absorption was the way of escape for that homeless water left behind. Yet, all in one way or another got home, just some sooner than later. You see, water, like us, is not satisfied being separated from its home, and is always hastening homeward, one way or another. On Saturday afternoon, the water got home, and so did I ... and better for the experience.

Through the din and duty and details of life
When the day seems empty and filled with strife
The water and we have freedom to roam
But soon we're seeking to find our home.
And just like the water
Returns to the sea,
Our hearts are restless
Till reposed in Thee.