Life is a Heading Home

I have been making myself well acquainted with the ground.

It seems a safe investment, for there is no farther to fall.

And I am so tired of falling.

The worst part about falling is the anticipation of where you will land.

The fear is debilitating, risky, damaging, life threatening.

But I feel a certain level of contentment when I have embraced gravity and joined with the Earth.

For there is no risk. 

I feel safe with the Earth.

For I realized that if one does not rise, one will not fall.

A bargain has been made.

A due has been paid.

A settlement with the Earth at the cost of our souls.

For I feel safe with the Earth, but was made for the Heavens.

There is something in me that pleads with Him to raise this lifeless body.

For I know that apathy will reign if gravity wins.

And I know the cost. 

I know the loss.

I know what it has taken to bring bodies down low. 

And for hearts to sink lower.

I know what it means to lose.

And what it means to be lost.

And I know that if I choose to stand, I will eventually make myself one with the dirt again.

And again…

And again…

And again…

I rolled over on my back and stared at the ceiling light.

It was beautiful, inviting, warm.

With gravity at my back, I was drawn by a different force.

And something moved in my heart.

A compelling desire to be with.

To belong.

To be home.

Gravity is unavoidable.

But homecoming is inevitable.

And though gravity is safe, Home is Divine.

And though gravity “wins”, Home has already won.

Because Home has always been mine.

So I stand.

Being raised by Another.

Taking the risk.

Homeward bound.

For life is all a heading Home.