On a Journey

 

So we do not lose heart. Even though our outer nature is wasting away, our inner nature is being renewed day by day. For this slight momentary affliction is preparing us for an eternal weight of glory beyond all measure, because we look not at what can be seen but at what cannot be seen; for what can be seen is temporary, but what cannot be seen is eternal.

For we know that if the earthly tent we live in is destroyed, we have a building from God, a house not made with hands, eternal in the heavens. For in this tent we groan, longing to be clothed with our heavenly dwelling, if indeed, when we have taken it off we will not be found naked. For while we are still in this tent, we groan under our burden, because we wish not to be unclothed but to be further clothed, so that what is mortal may be swallowed up by life. He who has prepared us for this very thing is God, who has given us the Spirit as a guarantee. So we are always confident; even though we know that while we are at home in the body we are away from the Lord, for we walk by faith, not by sight. Yes, we do have confidence, and we would rather be away from the body and at home with the Lord. So whether we are at home or away, we make it our aim to please him. For all of us must appear before the judgment seat of Christ, so that each may receive recompense for what has been done in the body, whether good or evil. 2 Corinthians 4:16 - 5:10

 

On a Journey

 

Far away and nearby home

walking by faith through valleys

deep fears and dark sorrows rise

and music rises up to save us.

 

The rocking of rails and decks

hums of jets and rattle f the props

the windy  highway  screaming, sighing

the love begins to sing again.

 

There is no  final destination

we return home to set out again

we have to spread what we made us

and sing the star dust music again.

 

We are alone and rattled surrounded

wealthy strangers leer and laugh

they cannot find their way inside

the music of celestial kindness.

 

Far away and nearby home

we will walk on sand, gravel and mud

we will carry our songs with us

and hum the constant promises of love.