Home

It has been a year of goodbyes,

both to people and places.

I have been sorting through memories

in another house, my own, where I spent 

the last 12 years.

We are selling it under difficult personal circumstances

and the sting of pain has come with every

box packed up and the tears roll for 

the memories and hopes I have to let go.

"Home"

Life teaches us of heaven

if we only watch and see

the pain here but reminders

of the place we'll someday be.

If I can yearn for earthly home

and cry for memories there

then how much more I look beyond

 the cross that's hard to bear.

The rooms may empty of the life

and the walls cry out my pain

but  I can see beyond and know

that heaven soon is gained.

I'll only travel- not so long

and the lights of Home I'll see

and stepping through that open door

what light and warmth there'll be!

Not only sweet familiar rooms

and loved ones gathered close

but the One who built my mansion there

will lead me to them both.

I cannot help my tears and grief

for all that might have been

but my eyes are on the open Door

and the One who lets me in.

Dear home, my home I say goodbye

the porch lights glimmer low

dear Home, my Home I watch and wait

for the glory light to glow!

By Karen Helmes 2013