Home Where I belong

Shattered windmills of hope, fading fast
sunset's beauty lost to a day long past,
hues of colour's delight shading landscapes
silenced thoughts rush, deafening life's screams
wispy clouds eschew to fleeing dreams.

Dry times overwhelm with water sparse
melody of strife on wires of farce,
despite the noise crowding horizon's…
I lift my eyes to see creation's song
knowing I'm home with God where I belong!

Note: Written to a photo prompt of a beautiful sunset with a broken windmill, old telephone wires and dry landscape in the foreground.

This poem explores the hardships of life, yet in amidst the carnage there is still beauty and hope in our true home which is found in God alone. The beauty of this world is breathtaking (like the picture), but it alone will not silence our insecurities - for it is only within God's love and grace we will be finally home.

Then we will have the refuge of being truly known and it will not matter what the end of the day brings, beauty or heartache for we will be safe and home in God's care.