Below is a short poem for Day 2 of National Poetry Month. Sometimes I feel especially calibrated for the life to come, and tonight, in pondering both the inevitability of death and the surety of my hope for resurrection in Christ, a pilgrim tone—one of patient anticipation—was struck in my heart.
Homeward bends my trav’ling heart,
Closer now than at the start
To Your glory and my rest—
Home of every home the best.