There is a longing 

So deep, so profound 

That for much of our life 

We cannot form the words. 

**

In our youth 

We call it the “good life”. 

White picket fences. 

Wedding days and first steps. 

Promotions and vacations.  

**

In mid-life, our big dreams 

Blend with responsibilities. 

Becoming more practical 

And saving for the future. 

**

Then, one day

The future arrives.  

We see how we climbed 

Ladders on the wrong walls.  

And how we missed 

So many moments that matter.  

**

In this next season 

The wellspring of longing 

Becomes crystal clear. 

What is extraneous must go. 

And we turn from selfish ways.  

**

We finally awake from 

Sleepwalking through life.  

Making each day count 

As we prepare 

Ourselves and others 

For the Ultimate Homecoming. 

**

Until then 

Let me love others well. 

For when we see You again 

Fulfilling our greatest desire. 

The longing for 

Reunion.