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Topic: Home (01/09/06)
TITLE: Until Then, Homeless
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I am a foreigner who has lived among people that I have not understood. Believe me, I have tried. I've learned their language, practiced their customs and set up my dwelling in the midst of them.
Lately, however, I've am meeting people who speak my language, at least a dialect of the same. I understand them without striving to listen closely. Their customs are such as I remember faintly. They are memories that I had forgotten and filed away safely. It is the seed that was planted in me at the beginning, perhaps in the womb, or in the dirt I ate as a child. As I meet them, I know I am drawing closer to my home, to the country I will finally settle and live in forever and ever.
Until now, there has been a part of me that was dissatisfied and disillusioned. Was I selfish thinking that there must be more? Yet, my heart cries out for home and for the one that will meet me when I finally reach the door.
Standing on the porch, I'll pull open the screen door, grabbing the knob of the heavy inside door to open it before considering that maybe I should knock. But, the door opens anyway, and the smell that I have smelled only in dreams pours forth from the rooms, and the arms that I have known only in my imagination pull me tightly to his chest.
"Welcome home, my good and faithful servant. Come in and live.
I am finally home.
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