Linda Fode
Dec 25, 2019 · 1 min read

a poem by Joyce Rupp ©️1992

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Something in me is stirring;

I think it’s part of me

that waits in lonely exile

and yearns for a homeland.

It’s the hidden part of me

that wanders aimlessly,

stumbling in the dark,

crying to be found.

O God of exiles and strangers

find the homeless parts of me;

guide them toward yourself ,

for you are my promised land.

Take the stranger inside of me

and find familiar soil for it.

Keep me mindful of Emmanuel

whose sojourn brought a glimpse of home.

  • Joyce Rupp
  • May I Have This Dance ?
  • ©️ Ave Maria Press ,1992. Notre Dame, IN

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Linda Fode

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