Resting Place
"O Thou full of compassion, I commit and commend myself unto Thee, in whom I am, and live, and know. Be Thou the Goal of my pilgrimage, and Rest by the way beneath the shadow of Thy wings; let my heart, this sea of restless waves, find peace in Thee, O God." (St. Augustine)
I know how it feels to be a foreigner. When I left the Philippines to start a new life away from everything that I knew - people, places, memories - it was difficult to find my footing. Even when I thought I now know and comprehend, living as I do, transplanted as I have, still feels strange.
I feel that way about life here on earth. Life on earth is fleeting; it is a pilgrimage that will end. It was never my final destination. The earthly life is but a temporary stop-over. Your passing jarred that reality into my consciousness. My goal is to be with God at the end of this journey just as I believe you did.
Where do you go when you die but to be one with the Creator? Seeking heaven on earth is untenable as it is not the final resting place. It is like a foreigner going about the journey in life, seeking yet not finding what it is he is looking for. My soul is restless without you, God. Until I find my home in you, I am drifting, unmoored and living in an existential void.
I know how it feels to be a foreigner. When I left the Philippines to start a new life away from everything that I knew - people, places, memories - it was difficult to find my footing. Even when I thought I now know and comprehend, living as I do, transplanted as I have, still feels strange.
I feel that way about life here on earth. Life on earth is fleeting; it is a pilgrimage that will end. It was never my final destination. The earthly life is but a temporary stop-over. Your passing jarred that reality into my consciousness. My goal is to be with God at the end of this journey just as I believe you did.
Where do you go when you die but to be one with the Creator? Seeking heaven on earth is untenable as it is not the final resting place. It is like a foreigner going about the journey in life, seeking yet not finding what it is he is looking for. My soul is restless without you, God. Until I find my home in you, I am drifting, unmoored and living in an existential void.