Back at Last

Sometimes it is hard to find the ground after spending time among the clouds. Or rather just in the sky, as to not be confused for being in a place of bliss or blurred views. I have spent this time in transition, falling, and settling, on the wings of the birds, but just for a moment. So now I am here. Placing my feet among this barren soil once more, or maybe I have not been here before. Do you question a place that feels familiar to the heart, but that the eyes can not recollect? I think I will let this thought linger... Because tonight in the solace of my own mind, a place I have been reluctant to search of late, I have found home. A home that is not a destination of the world, but more a destination of the heart, A home that lies both here and there, with the lives of today, and the passerby's of tomorrow. I know this because, I have been in this place before. I have felt this feeling. I can feel the hand of the child again. I can see the mother's coressing the hair of their toddlers as they play in the rice fields. I can hear the gospel choirs sing in the busy streets of the capital. It is real. So here I am home, where my eyes recognize the terrain and the smells of the trees, and there I am home, where my heart feels and sees beauty. Back at last. Thank God.