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I just want to come home to you God. I want to feel the light of your love shine down on me unmistakably. The warmth of your love, the safety of being in your arms, the knowing that there is no more separation between us. The most difficult thing is living without you. For you are my love. My all encompassing desire, the only thing right for me is you. And I miss you. And I miss heaven. I miss the place that I knew cared for me. The place of your doing that was inviting. The piece of the puzzle that I fit into. Down here I feel like a square peg in a round cog. This unyielding feeling of being displaced saddens me. Because it is not my home. It is beautiful, but it is not my home. I long to come home. Since the day I was born I yearned to return back home to you. The loneliness I now feel will be replaced with oneness. The oneness of being with you and all there is, and all the glory it encapsulates. The world of flesh is stigmatized towards unruliness and judgments. I long to be free in your world of justice and acceptance. For allowing me to be who I am and for loving me for it. For everything I encompass. I don’t know how else to say it. And I’m sorry for this feeling of wanting to escape the flesh and return home to you. I hope you can forgive me. I am grateful for so many miracles you have created for me. But I love you too much and want to be with you. Undeniably you. It’s always been you. And it always will.