Still thinking a lot about our Homeland, and, of course, about my aunt’s journey there. I was thumbing through my collection of Jessica Power’s poetry and found this most apt poem. (Poetry is one of the solaces in my life.)
The spirit, newly freed from earth,
is all amazed at the surprise
of her belonging: suddenly
as native to eternity
to see herself, to realize
the heritage that lets her be
at home where all this glory lies.
By naught foretold could she have guessed
such welcome home: the robe, the ring,
music and endless banqueting,
these people hers; this place of rest
known, as of long remembering
herself a child of God and pressed
with warm endearments to His breast.
~Jessica Powers, The Selected Poetry of Jessica Powers, p. 53
The same will be true for us: the robe, the ring, the banqueting, and best of all, the warm endearments as we are pressed to His breast.