“I will be
still an instant and go home.”
This world you seem to live in is not your home.
And somewhere in your mind
you know that this is true.
A memory of home keeps haunting you,
as if there were a place that called you to return
although you do not
recognize the Voice,
nor what it is the Voice reminds you of.
Yet still you feel an alien here,
from somewhere all unknown.
Nothing so definite
that you could say with certainty
you are an exile
Just a persistent feeling,
sometimes not more than a tiny throb,
at other times hardly remembered,
but surely to return to mind again.
No-one but knows whereof we speak.
Yet some try to put by their suffering in games
they play to occupy their
and keep their sadness from them.
Others will deny that they are sad,
and do not recognize their tears at
Still others will maintain
that what we speak of is illusion,
not to be considered more than but a dream.
Yet who in simple honesty,
without defensiveness and self-deception,
would deny he understands the words we speak?
We speak today for everyone who walks this world,
for he is not at home.
He goes uncertainly about in endless search,
seeking in darkness what he
not recognizing what it is he seeks.
A thousand homes he makes,
yet none contents his restless mind.
He does not understand he builds in vain.
The home he seeks can not be made by him.
There is no substitute for Heaven.
All he ever made was hell.
Perhaps you think it is your childhood home
that you would find again.
The childhood of your body
and its place of shelter
are a memory now
so distorted that you merely hold a picture
of a past that never happened.
Yet there is a Child in you
Who seeks His Father’s house,
and knows that He is alien here.
This Childhood is eternal,
with an innocence that will endure forever.
Where this Child shall go is holy ground.
It is His holiness that lights up Heaven,
and that brings to earth
the pure reflection of the light above,
wherein are earth and Heaven
joined as one.
It is this Child in you your Father knows
as His Own Son.
It is this Child Who knows His Father.
He desires to go home so deeply,
His voice cries unto you
to let Him rest a while.
He does not ask for more
than just a few instants of respite;
just an interval in which He can return
to breathe again
the holy air
that fills His Father’s house.
You are His home as well.
He will return.
But give Him just a little time to be Himself,
within the peace that is His home,
resting in silence and in peace and love.
Take time today to lay aside your shield
which profits nothing,
and lay down the spear and sword
you raised against an enemy without
Christ has called you friend and brother.
He has even come to you to ask your help
in letting Him go home
He has come as does a little child
who must beseech his
for protection and for love.
He rules the universe,
and yet He asks unceasingly
that you return with
and take illusions as your gods no more.
You have not lost your innocence.
It is for this you yearn.
This is your heart’s desire.
This is the voice you hear,
and this the Call which cannot be denied.
The holy Child remains with you.
His home is yours.
Today He gives you His defenselessness,
and you accept it in exchange
for all the toys of battle you have made.
And now the way is open,
and the journey has an end in sight at last.
Be still an instant
and go home with Him
and be at peace a while.