Home

Waiting.  Waiting.  Waiting.

Waiting for home, but the journey is long.

I cannot escape the concrete jungle fast enough.

And still.

Waiting.

Finally.  I’m moving.

Pulled forward by yearning, yet pushed back by forces determined to keep me tied.

The ground begins to fade as I ascend into the mist.

The colors blur and all is white.

Waiting.

How long?

How long must I remain suspended in this bleak cacophony?

With no direction, no dimension…

I continue to rise.

Waiting.

A trace of gold appears, then is wisped away.

Then.

Slowly.

The golden warmth emerges radiantly from above.

Waiting.

Suddenly all is clear.

The sea of rolling white extends to infinity.

And light floods in renewing hope!

But I am still chasing rainbows.

Waiting.

I descend.

Welcomed by the Great One in all her majesty.

Knowing I am home.

Knowing I am loved.

Waiting.