Homesick

Have you heard of this place, maybe not so far away; closer then our shoelace some say. I dream of it night and day. It is a luxury of the highest standard wherein only the righteous stay. I miss it - my home that is. Though we have yet to meet I am hoping in my short stay I would have gathered enough to earn a seat. My heart is homesick and scared - what if I do not make it? Streams, gardens - Ah! A dwelling within the heavens. My home, my heart, my joy, my comfort, my every dream, my every hope.

Awaiting bliss by being homesick!