epiphany

Epiphany
. . . traveling far. . . and homes . . . and blessings

. . . like the 3 kings from the orient...we are traveling far
following yonder star

we are traveling east
initially
but the westward leading
will be the ultimate return back home
back here to our brick and mortar dwelling
still proceeding ever closer to our eternal home

that eternal home
that this year I could no longer phantom
that eternity with which I lost touch

somehow in the darkness of this year past
the light of eternity faded
and all I knew was the reality I existed in
all I knew of what was real was what surrounded me
eternity was all but lost
and having it all . . . right here and right now
was all I wanted
and I groped and grasped for happiness
in the here and now

but in God's mercy the sun and the moon and the stars continued to shine
through the unknowing and disbelief and doubt and fear
and once again I have begun to follow their faintest glimmer
the beginnings of a beckon
to somewhere far
oh so far off in the distance

. . . I continue . . . the journey
to the light that leads me to where He is
and to my knees
where I will fall my final fall
down in adoration

it is my own journey
though others are all around me
they try to lead the way showing and telling me where to go
they try to tell me they have been there that they know the way

but I am alone even though accompanied by beasts of burden
and like minded companions on the same quest

I listen for their meaning
for I know the voice I long to hear is within them
the Word dwells in them
abides and has made His home deep in us all

some days have been difficult
and more of them may still be

but I see the wonder again in the ordinary
I have felt the awe
and sometimes the beauty takes away my breath

I realize little though I may be the gifts I bring . . . are gifts that . . . only I can bring
I will not send someone else to give what only I can give...
the praise and gratitude of my heart
all the new born babe, saviour of the world, desires

and so I venture forward, trek on
proceeding through the night
following the light
asking questions as I go and listening and resting and waiting for the dream
and the words of an angel that may come while I am yet asleep

return home . . . another way. . .
do not remain the same
be blessed by the journey
it's what the darkness does
it's what the journey is for

I will walk not by sight
but by faith
in the eternal light