Going Home

You know love,

When I was a kid, I spent a lot of time sitting in a swing looking up at the sky. I always had an attraction to the stars and I never completely understood why. Just seemed like a natural escape at the time.

But I’m listening to a song called ‘Lover of the Light’ and I realized that that’s what you and I are. We are both lovers of the light, yet we find ourselves sinking into darkness a lot. A thick darkness, most of which we may have created ourselves.

I think what makes it all difficult for me, is that I have ground my feet in too deep. I keep looking at the stars wanting to be one of them. But how will I ever soar and scorch my way across the sky if my feet, my body, and my heart are so heavy? The almost primal need for stability is hindering my flight into freedom. Solace.

How long will I do this? How long will we do this? When will we trust the wind to carry us high? So that the sky can cradle us, and we can return home and shine among the stars.

~e.i