For You

When You Miss Home

To me when I start missing my home,
A thousand miles away, and I feel alone.

Remember, the breeze we would get,
Stepping outside as drizzles get our hands wet?
Recall, the aroma of a cup of coffee,
Shared between friends, chatting, how lovely.

But, the distance quite daunts us,
Wind seemingly so detached more than loss,
Friends seen only through screens,
Their vivid laughs and smiles our dreams.

Remember, our lazy afternoons,
Fog rolling in, sunset's light peeking in our room,
Recall, the giggling haze of family,
Their faces memorized, always beside me.

How I wonder can such noon's return,
When miles separate presence from what I yearn?
Can I grasp the hands through space and time,
Which are found across seas, they who are mine?

Remember, why you are here of course,
Why His will has steered you with great force,
Recall, each promise you silently made,
In His eyes, with His people, your commitment made.

Yes, distance, so far, is always here,
But, this doesn't mean things are never clear,
And through a million steps away I know,
That His plan has more than what has been shown.

To me who started missing home, please,
Know He can make miles into inches with ease.