I was born out of Heaven
onto Earth and my life
is in this place.
I was born with a craving for stillness
and music that sways a little
like trees in the wind.
I was born out of Heaven
meant for Heaven and somehow
got delayed, drawn here because
I heard you crying
and knew I would be loved.
For a moment here with you, I
will not be missed in the eternity
to which I’m traveling.
When I arrive, I will find the house
well lit and a soft bed
and music in the sky.
But I will miss this home.
J. Kyle Kimberlin
2nd Draft 12.21.2016
Metaphor 