Coming Home Spiritual Life Prose Poetry

I can let the light pour in now,

In the stillness,

In the presence,

Content with life as it is,

As it lives through me,

Simply allowing love to be felt,

It blooms within my heart and touches every cell,

Radiant I feel,

In the simplicity,

Which are rarely moments of miracles,

Seeing the divine emerge from the cracks,

See,

Some people choose to harden,

But the strength of a soul is seen when one is broken open and chooses to love in the face of fear,

Sometimes I wonder why our humanity can feel so tender,

So fragile,

But then I remember that it's our spirit that is the source of our true power,

It fills us with love when we feel unlovable,

It gives us energy when we feel too tired to go on,

It gives us hope when we feel we have lost everything,

It gives us courage when we need support to get through,

You see,

Life happens in moments and it is in these moments when we can connect to something greater,

More loving,

Our humanity can connect with its creator,

We need not understand,

Just be and feel,

And perhaps one day we will know when we come knocking on heaven's door,

That we are and always have been home in the heart of God.