"From Here"

There is no easy path, from here.

There is adventure, blessings rich;

Heartache, labor, uncertainty,

Detours maybe, but no going back.

If we were still children, we’d be home by now.

But for us home is a tabernacle,

now gently tied,

now violently clinging, now folded and creased

For the road to the next level place.

We follow the cloud, the fire that makes

each landscape real.

Sometimes as it pauses, we forget it is there;

Sometimes we run to keep in step.

We only know: we won’t be lost.

There are no perfect solutions, yet;

But we walk along a path of perfecting.

So we pray:

Give us what we want,

Give us to know what we want,

Give us our wants, until we are only

Enveloped in the center stream

Of your will.

Teach us to trust you are already there

In the campsites and in the City

That are ours, already, but that we can’t quite see

From here.

Shared by consent of the author: Rebecca Faith Carhart