We all long to be saved—
from the bitterness of the world,
from the sorrow
and incompleteness
of ourselves.
To be swept away
from the pain of the past
that blurred our vision,
caused confusion,
and derailed us from our true north.
We are all—mostly—only desperate for one thing:
to get back home.
To see clearly.
To feel without a doubt, without question.
Connection.
(That separation is an illusion.)
Purpose.
Love.
To be transformed by the fire of love—
its brilliant presence,
and its steady, relentless pursuit
of our heart;
its tireless mission
to instill in us the courage
to va sans crainte—
go without fear.
To feel its strength to vindicate us.
To relieve us from the
isolation born of selfishness,
resentment,
unforgiveness,
and lack of faith.
To experience its power to
break down our walls
and let us know
we can trust again.
Yes, we all desire a love that will rescue us
from the callousness
and brokenness
of the world—
and ourselves.
A love that heals
our jaded hearts
and makes us happy to be here.
A love
that makes us whole again,
that restores what was lost,
and returns us to where we began:
home.