I Am Homesick

I step out upon the lake and behind me the snow angels rise up to watch. Looking up, I see birds flying in the sunset, their shadows flowing gracefully across the sparkling ice.

The world takes on a surreal golden light and the tinkling voices of the snow angels drift across the lake. Their singing resurrects visions of days long past, when love lay in every word, gentleness in every hand and I am homesick.

I want to go back to that place where gentle hands brushed the tears from my face and warm fingers rubbed my toes before they put my shoes on. I ache for the time when all the world smiled at my face and reached for me with open arms. I was so young then, so innocent, so accepting of the love that surrounded me.

But instead, I am here, walking across the frozen waters where only the sun reaches out to warm me. I shed no tears, for they would only freeze upon my face and crack when I opened my mouth to speak. Experience has taught me not to have expectations. Wisdom has taught me silence.

But the light promises me love and whether it comes from within or without is merely a matter of semantics. Like a river flowing through a valley, its waters bring forth the flowers on one bank and the trees on another.

I walk across the frozen lake, knowing that the sun will return, the ice will melt and home is truly where my heart is.