Maybe Tomorrow

A voice on the radio sings, “maybe tomorrow I’ll find my way home” and my soul cries for something I do not know. I move in and out of my daily experiences, looking for greater depths of my existence.

I haven’t understood yet, but every time I look at the sunrise, see a meadow of flowers, smell the salty air of the ocean breeze; in these indescribable perceptions, I know within they are my reality. All of my being longs for absorption into the beauty surrounding me. I ache, knowing a deeper understanding is near. Each time I spread my fingertips to feel the breeze I am made aware of the promise for that yet to be revealed.

We walk in a mystery revealed to us in small glimpses of awareness. I await the hour I become fully awake to the beauty of my Father in me.

1Co 13:12  For now we see in a mirror, dimly, but then face to face. Now I know in part, but then I shall know just as I also am known.

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