I’m a broken stone

I think there really is much of the vagabond in me. The homeless stranger, always wandering, even though I’m outwardly at rest. And no matter how far I wander away, there’s always a string tugging at me, reminding me that there’s a home to return to, if ever I need somewhere to rest.

Yeah, these are old shoes that I’ve been walking in
I’m wearing weary like it’s a second skin
I’ve been looking for a place to lay my head

I think in all my foolishness I always equate home to a place that stands irrevocably in one place, or a person that can journey with me, when in truth it is neither one or the other. There are some truths that I must never move away from, and there are some truths that I carry with me wherever I go. There are certain things about this home that can be strayed away from, and certain things about this home that can always be carried, like sea pebbles in a pocket. It is both and neither.

And it is certainly true that I behave as I am homeless when in fact, I do have a home to return to, and someone waiting with open arms. When in fact I have a piece of home in my pocket all the time.

No matter how far I go, I always return. Because in spite of everything I’ve done, I need to be home. Not to mention that home still wants me…

Who can say no to unconditional love, where I am accepted despite my infirmities?

All this time like a vagabond
A homeless stranger, I’ve been wandering
All my life You’ve been calling me to home
You know I’ve been needing, I’m a broken stone
So lay me in the house You’re building

You are a shelter for every misfit soul
We are the four walls and You’re the cornerstone
You are, and You’re the solid rock that we are built upon

In many of us, there beats the heart that simply longs for a place to belong. A place where we can be welcomed with open arms. A place where we can shed our weariness and just be… a place that remains ever elusive even though we search.

For that, we would search far and wide.

For home.

And home is not simply where You are. It’s You.

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36 thoughts on “I’m a broken stone

  1. Such a lovely post! I really like this song too, it has a light and breezy feel to it. I haven’t heard of this artist before. You always find the best tunes! I would love to find her CD! Have a nice week!

  2. What a thoughtful and sincere post! You know, I start feeling this way, too, sometimes. It’s a weird, kind of bittersweet emotion, is it not? Thanks for your comment on my blog– It made me smile from ear-to-ear. πŸ™‚


    Anh

  3. Even though I am not literally a wandering person, because I don’t travel that much and I find myself in the same spot always, I do a lot of traveling through my mind. Does that make any sense? I like to think about many things and many places and home for me is just a place that allows me to dream in peace and protects me. Like Einstein said “Imagination is more important than knowledge. Knowledge is limited. Imagination encircles the world.” So, just like you, I consider myself a vagabond.

  4. And another thing that’s related to your post from Albert Einstein “For the most part we humans live with the false impression of security and a feeling of being at home in a seemingly trustworthy physical and human environment. But when the expected course of everyday life is interrupted, we are like shipwrecked people on a miserable plank in the open sea, having forgotten where they came from and not knowing whither they are drifting. But once we fully accept this, life becomes easier and there is no longer any disappointment.”

  5. I kind of struggle with the concept of home. I moved in my childhood and it left me feeling a bit uprooted. As a result, as an adult, I’m trying to find my own home. I have a bit of wanderlust so moving has never bothered me, I’m in the midst of finding out what city/place I belong in. I’m hoping I know it when I find it.

  6. Love this post! I am always marveling at the idea of home, turning it over like a smooth stone in my hand. Unconditional love and that idea of home where unconditional love find you… well those things rock! πŸ™‚

  7. Your words sometimes steal my breath. For a long time, home was a place, my family. Then one day, I found it in someone else, someone who I knew would be home no matter where we were. It’s kinda scary, but all kinds of awesome.

  8. I was away from my adult home for six weeks this summer, but staying with my mom in my childhood home. In both places, I keep being aware that I am with me no matter where I go. So, I’m reevaluating my idea of home as a location. Your post helps with that. Thank you!

  9. I lovee this idea. Because it’s true. Our hearts are our home, but then the physical places and things and other people will always have their place. And I just like the idea of being a vagabond, you’re not limited. You’re free.

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