HOMESICK

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

Grown Children

Sharing life with

grown children

is heavy lifting.

Pumping iron generates

tiny tears in the muscles

forcing them to re-build

and strengthen.

Loving my grown children,

I feel the heart tear

with each choice that

(I perceive) will lead

to greater difficulties or pain.

My whole being craves

only love and joy for them.

(And of course my life was only

filled with love and joy….ha!).

Yet in those tiny injuries,

in the heavy lifting,

my heart releases

and strengthens

to it’s own beat.

Lizette Estelle Stiehr

May 2, 2012