The year is speeding past, September has almost closed. At the moment I am hoping that the current batch of server weather, will pass as others have done, leaving behind wind tossed trees, by that I don't mean blown over, but just that limbs move with the winds passing, some rain, and no damage to people or property.   

So far this year has produced savage weather and for many the thought of 'Coming Home', has been devastating to say the least, grief at dealing with loss and having to start again can be more than some are able to bear, so my thoughts reached for a home that will not suffer damage and cannot be taken from me.

This is my blog for the Christian Writer Blog Chain.

Coming Home

A lifetime is spent

Travelling to my home

My Father is waiting

He guides me,

To encourage others

Onto the road

And, they in turn,

Help me to navigate.

I can see,

A large mansion

My room is prepared

I have not rested,

In this room,

Yet I have seen,

Through foggy glass,

And promise.

Words from my Father,

Walk with me,

He encourages me,

 To light His path,

Feed anyone who,

Does not have food,

Care for the injured,

Bandage their wounds

                                                    For now, says my Father,

I want you to travel,

Love, as I love you,

My father's words

Are my GPS,

I will welcome you,

He promises, when,

Your journey ends, and

You come home.