To You … With Love,

The Dream of Home

Sometimes I look around me and through the veil I see, my family in the kitchen where love flowed pure and free. Where life brought joy on sunshine each ordinary day and what once had been given would never pass away.

I see the little children who played within the house, with laughter in their corners and biscuits in their mouth. I see the old fire burning from the stove of long ago. Can smell the smoke of new cut logs and feel the warming glow.

That kept us full of goodness when troubles were about and in the deepest darkest hour somehow God led us out. Through joy and pain we traveled and in our lives grew strong, while hearts so full of loving told us we belonged. And now I see the old ones and forget that I'm one, too, because my soul still rolls along in grass fresh as the dew.

While home exists within my mind and someday there shall be behind that veil where family is a holy welcome tree. I see it there in Eden with buds of wondrous grace. To surround the gathered family as they take their table place. Then, I shall mark the settings for the others yet to come, so they will know their welcome when traveling days are done. And in that awesome glory from the grandeur of the sky

Time will stand still forever in our joyous by and by. For it is marked in scripture and I do believe its true. God has laid a table place for me and mother too. Happy Mother's Day to you with love.