True Home

today was Petey,

my Jack Russell terrier’s third birthday,

we took him to Pet Smart,

got him a full grooming,

bought him 2 squeaky toys

and pet treats,

when we left, he pissed

on my shoe and pant leg,

while I was unlocking the car door;

my wife thought

it was very funny;

I am ready to go home,

everyday I become more and

more aware, as the desire

grows stronger and stronger,

tired and sick of the daily struggle,

disgusted at the lust and greed,

worn and wearied by the inequity

and unfairness of it all,

appalled by my own inability

to overcome this fleshly prison,

slowly killing me with its constant

cravings and depravity,

ready to put my soul in the hands

of the only One who

can save me from this

life that is no life,

in this place that is no home;

I am ready;

but it is not my decision to make,

just as this life is not my life to live,

I have been bought and paid for at a price,

a price I could never afford,

with a love I cannot even fathom,

by a Master who laid His life down,

that I might find the way back to my true home,

the one He has created for all who love Him;

everything I am is because of Him

everything I have belongs to Him.

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