Last week I was in Dallas for a meeting. It was a quick trip and the only time I left the hotel was to take a trolley there from the airport. During some downtime, when I was sticking my toes in the pool on the rooftop, I realized what a beautiful view was spread out right before me. If I looked one way over the horizon, I could see the cityscape of Dallas; in the other direction, and just as impressive, was the outline of Fort Worth.
I felt a little sad that I wouldn’t have time to explore either city. I’d never been to this area before. Suddenly, a great sadness came over me for all the places I will never see. I began to wonder about that—all the beauty in creation, all the wonders of the world. I wondered, in the next life—in eternity—will it be a place where those unseen places will finally be available? Will it be a place of eternal wonder and discovery? Or will we be content to be right where we are?
I wondered if this wanderlust inside of me will finally be satisfied. Why am I always wishing to be someplace other than where I am? It always takes the going away from home to make me miss it. I know this is that longing for home that C.S. Lewis wrote about—that longing for things in this world to be as they were intended to be. But knowing doesn’t make the yearning any less painful.
I carried this wondering with me while I was in Dallas—holding close the tender ache that was the missing of my family. When I flew back home to Charleston under the cover of night, sitting in the window seat never felt so sweet. I looked down over the land that I will never see and loved it.
from the sky
the lights below
look like campfires;
a million tiny hearths.
I can feel their
heat from here and smile to think how warm I’ll
be when I land back
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