Navigate me home

We all are home where we belong, truly belong. Augustine discovered this essential fact of life, when he wrote in his confessions:
“Thou hast made us for Thyself, and our heart is restless
until it finds its rest in Thee.” This is how unrest ends.

This week a brilliant poem captured this sense of belonging in a very special way. It is written by my daughter – and published in our favourite publication The Christian Science Sentinel. Enjoy!

Father-Mother Love,
gentle and warm, 
You are the destination and the now;
You hold me through the storm; 
You are the author of my life,
the home I call my own.
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(Anna-Zoe Herr)