Homesick

Years of settling, it’s time to break

Free from all the lies—lullabies

Sung over me; I could not wake 

Up, the wrecking ball rises, flies 

 

Here comes the fall, the reckoning

One day, spring back on solid ground,

Wild wind blows—Spirit beckoning,

Visions of open doors, unbound 

 

Flimsy, falling, I am—exposed, 

Inspection shows the fractures/cracks

In a heart that lies. Beyond good bones,

Flesh out fresh ways to build it back 

 

Each board, screwed up—no room for

Truth

Room by room, the myths overtook,

Built their own walls, aged as my youth,

Is it my fault: lines 

Blurred, lies shook? 

 

This home’s sick—look at the attic, 

Like an addict, thoughts on repeat,

Noise flows like radio static,

Ruts in floors formed by words that cheat

 

Now torn to bits, peace is 

(Filling)

This vessel—this body’s renewed 

Flesh is weak, but Spirit’s willing

Guard this heart from lies that intrude

 

Stripped to rubble, posture: humbled

My house is brought down, low to earth

He’ll rebuild foundations—crumbled, 

With nails and blood, it’s time for birth

 

Bodies become a Meeting Place,

Where breath’s liturgical, rhythmic, 

But ‘til the day I’m face to face

With The Carpenter—

I’m homesick.