Poem October 12, 1987 Issue

Heaven's home

Susan Dane Gilboy

Home is the heart's song,
Love its rhyme and reason;
foretaste of heaven's love,
wedded to earth's need.
Husbanding the lonely nights,
home fills our days with purpose;
lifts our yearnings higher,
and holds us as it frees.

Home is the Christ call,
speaking in our stillness—
memory's sweet echo
of something we once knew.
From sense upward to Spirit,
we hear Truth's voice insisting.
Christ brings us safely home,
our sense of Life renewed.

We're never forsaken,
when stress and fears discourage.
Each step is taken
in God's own way and time.
His picture larger,
His lesson more tender,
when we yield our self-will
to Love's divine design.

Home is like a mother
whose wisdom guards her children.
Home is like a father
who wipes away their tears
and gives light for depression,
reason for tomorrow.
Since Father-Mother Love is home,
we find our heaven here.

Susan Dane Gilboy

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