When we find our way home

When we find our way home

I’m going to give you a massive hug

Which will be the very first words of all the stories we’ve lived

I will tell you about our candel-lit concerts

And you will tell me about your tree-lined bike routes

When Mom is not listening we will swap stories of mountains, snakes, and chosen dangers

Our sister will be quiet for a while but then we will throw a pillow at her

And make her tell us stories of love and hard work and choosing paths

Dad will laugh and make puns, but at dinner he will tell us how much he missed us

And Mom’s smile will say the same words

Jeni will tease you, because she knows she is one of us now

And my baby will stare at your beard with her loved and inquisitive soul

Your spouse will join us at the table

I will laugh with her for the first time since your wedding

And I will tell her I was rooting for her from the start

Our loved ones from Weatherly will drive over to have ice cream after the meal

With tears in my heart, I will long to ask you, if this time you are staying too

But I won’t ask you yet. Maybe in the morning.

Christ will smile over us

When we find our way home

Just like He has

All these years apart