"Going Home"


Driving fifty-five or six
down a two-lane highway,
I'm counting the minutes until
I can walk in the front door,
extend and wrap my arms around
my exuberant two-year-old
and ready myself for a night
at home with my family.

I'm going home.

It's been an afternoon on my own,
just me and the car stereo,
and I find myself lost in thought
and completely unaware of my surroundings...
I'm humming a tune and keeping beat on the wheel,
and I'm not even sure how or why I look up,
but when I do...something within me
stirs and leaps for great joy.

I could be going home.

"This is it. This could be it. Is this it?"
I think to myself quickly, wide-eyed
and barely able to drive a straight line.
I find my voice and call out,
"Is it You? Have you come to get us?"
And my heart starts racing and I keep my eye
on the shining light atop the cloud--
I might just see Him...

I could be going home today.

Today. A day just like any other day.
That's how it's going to happen.
I stare at the wheel, and then up--
"Is it today? Are we leaving today?"
I'm ready for this. I can feel it.
I smile, looking at the brilliant clouds,
and attempt to capture what I see
with the camera on my phone.

When I am going home, it will be brilliant. Like this.