Tuesday, August 18th, 2009...12:55 pm
Homesick
I can see the porch from here
but unclear is my sight;
I am yet too far away
but close enough to hear
the cadence and the knocking
of a rocking chair
calling,
tugging at my longings.
Rocking chair leaning,
its forward-arc reaching,
inviting me Home,
and I ache.
Rocking chair swinging,
its backward-arc luring,
drawing me to Rest.
Dust on dust, I walk the earth
just close enough
to hear the clockwork
rhythm of the rocking.
It is calling, keeping time.
Keeping time.
I will come
when it is time.
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For the “porch” writing prompt, a High Calling Blogs Random Act of Poetry.
Inspired by Jean Fleming’s The Homesick Heart, which articulated what I could not, and which is a major contributor to my emotional stability as I walk the earth, always longing for Home. (Now that I think of it, this is my third or fourth RAP influenced by this book.)
Our longings, those workhorses, those servants of God, faithful and incessant, come for a purpose. They buck and heave, whinny and snort, as they harrow our hearts. They endow and enlarge the soul to desire and receive God. Their muscles bunch and strain as they keep us moving toward Home.
- Jean Fleming, The Homesick Heart
...to Know-Love-Obey God
9 Comments
August 18th, 2009 at 1:13 pm
I loved how the sound of this echoed the sense…
“It is calling, keeping time.
Keeping time.”
August 18th, 2009 at 2:03 pm
Dust on dust, I walk the earth
I love this. So tired, so ready for Home…
August 18th, 2009 at 7:22 pm
i liked these end”ing” words: longings, leaning, reaching, swinging, luring, and rocking
porches should always have rocking chairs!
August 18th, 2009 at 9:16 pm
My Christ-exalting, Scripture-loving, daily prayer warrior’s view of the porch came a little clearer on Friday when she recieved the diagnosis of bone-cancer in her spine.
Grandma’s spent 75 of her 93 years cultivating a contagious anticipation of her welcome home Rest.
Thanks for putting words to vision of my heart.
August 18th, 2009 at 9:53 pm
Beautiful!
August 19th, 2009 at 11:49 am
I’m longing as well…lovely.
August 19th, 2009 at 6:59 pm
really like how you provoke the use of our senses.
August 21st, 2009 at 11:48 am
keeping time, yet back and forth in the ebb and flow of life.
beautiful
August 22nd, 2009 at 11:34 am
when it is time…
sometimes it is hard to understand why He has not already come and then other days, i look around and inside of me and i understand exactly why.
i stood admiring a rocking chair this morning. your poem has given the moment an added ounce of meaning.
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