Home, At Last

Today, I am linking up for two prompts.  The first is over at Undercover Mother for the bigger picture moment.  The second is over at Mama Kat's for her weekly writing prompt. 

The Prompts are:

1.) Something students these days should know.

2.) If my Mom were a blogger.

3.) Describe a phone call you won’t forget.

4.) A list of 10 Celebrity DON’TS

5.) Write a poem about your favorite place to be.

I went with a poem about my favorite place and added a spitual twist on it.  I hope you like it. 

 

Home, At Last

by Patricia A Pitterle

The waves

Wash in with a whoosh

And break away

With a tug and a whisper

Of silk, against my skin.

Each and every time

I feel the

Push and pull

Of the sea,

My mind clears

And I breathe in

The sweet tang

Of the ocean breeze.

I taste the salt

On the air that surrounds me.

I see the blue-green hue

Of the tumbling water

And watch the clouds dance

Across the blue, blue sky.

The waves

Are cool upon

My bare legs

And the sand

Is gritty and shifting

Beneath my feet.

I stand there,

In awe of the world

That encircles me.

My mind clear of the fog

That constantly surrounds me.

I utter a quiet sigh,

And feel home, at last.

Life is much like

The ocean that I love

The waves of trials

And adversities whoosh in,

And then break away

With a tug and

A whisper of hope

They ebb and flow

In constant contact

As I make my way

Along the path

That leads back home.

I experience life

In all of it’s many moments;

Light and darkness,

Joy and sorrow,

Pleasure and pain,

Birth and death.

The sands of my trials

Shift and move

Beneath my feet,

Until I am not sure

Where adversity ends

And faith begins.

I stand in awe of heaven above

And the love of my Savior,

Who is the rock beneath my feet.

When my journey is over

And the sand is all swept away

I know I will find myself

Standing on the solid ground

Of His Eternal Love.

I will truly be home at last.