My homesickness
for the Beloved
has abated.
I found him/her
in the space
between the molecules
of my body.
I no longer crave
going “home”.
I am home,
in this tiny spacesuit
filled with love.
Love fills every
cell of my body.
Creator has moved in.
I don’t need to go “home”.
I am home,
here.
Lizette Estelle Stiehr
May 4, 2012
hi love it! these poems you wrote?
ReplyDeleteWhat i love most about your writing is you remind me, over and over again, that Light and Presence are already within, and we don't have to go outside of ourselves grasping for more...
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