We had wandered.
All over the place.
We came to John.
Listening to him, talking to him,
Fed the hunger, the need inside.
A way station. Respite. But not home.
The yearning persisted.
When Jesus appeared and John said:
“Look, the Lamb of God.”
We just knew.
We followed him,
And sat and listened,
And drank in his Spirit, his life,
The hope, the joy: his shalom.
Wholeness of being beckoned us
On a journey into belonging;
The healing of our minds;
Peace to our hurting souls.
Love that reaches deep enough
All the way in.
What do I want?
I have sought many things,
And been angry, disgruntled and resentful.
But my want led me to my true desire,
Where what I want, really want, became Jesus.
And nothing else mattered.
Not really.
Not when you arrive home forever.
© Angela Scott 2024
Photo
Larry D. Moore, CC BY 4.0, via Wikimedia Commons
