Homecoming

The concept has generally held positive regard for me
   even in how I perceive its occurrences in others' timelines.
I've lived with little pain and with no truly malicious suffering.
It's only more recently where I've begun to visualize
   the nuanced nature of homecoming for most.
For the undefeated, it's an expectant hope mixed with inevitable sorrow.
I honor the difficulties that faithfulness will bear in our broken world,
   how a determinate spirit will not only call but embrace a home
   where thorns grow wild in even a kept garden.
It is true; healing is actualized when flight born from fear is abandoned
   and the batterer and battered spirit in the same heart
   choose a God-breathed courage to accept their quintessential vulnerability.
Such beauty is fashioned in such a homecoming,
   where pleasure may be found if one is willing to persevere the pain.

The only choice before me...

In the den, in the hollow of the unknown
Oh dear Lord, please protect me
Are you not able?
Yes, I know you are
My certainty remains in your ability alone,
   without knowledge of your permissive will
I can submit
For I can choose to trust you and relinquish facaded control
My life, my joys as well as sufferings, my death, is the same
In the palm of your hand