Homesick

It's been so long, I don't remember what it feels like
to see joy in the physical.
It's all good and bad, but the happy times
are harder to remember;
And they don't last nearly long enough.
The only burning I feel is a choice gone bad,
and I know as soon as I go back,
it will feel like time went by in a blur.
I long for the security of His promise
and I want to go home.
"Oh Father, isn't there anyway we can be friends again?"
01-27-99