“Homecoming,” New Era, Aug. 1983, 31
I listened intently
as the speaker voiced from his heart
the deep, inexpressible joy we would
someday feel upon seeing our Father in Heaven
and rushing into His arms.
My heart was full at this thought, but an
understanding was not yet born.
I returned home
(The college coed!)
and flung my suitcase, gathering my family
into my anticipating arms.
Ah! Completeness. I was home. But dad
was still downstairs
and I fairly flew, without a thought.
It was as fast as a breath and as natural
to rush into his arms. A warmth of understanding
came—so this is what it must be like.
And I knew.