More Than Anything

From All Along You Were Blooming: Thoughts for Boundless Living by Morgan Harper Nichols

(Formatting - spaces and new lines - adapted from its published form)

More than anything,

I hope you find your way home.

I hope you find what speaks to your heart

Like nothing else in the world has spoken to you before.

As you sit in this terminal

Hoping this new city will be home,

The home that you’ve longed for

Where your name will be safe.

Where you will finally 

Belong - 

As you’re here lugging luggage,

Bumping shoulders of others charging through with apparently important things to do, 

And you’re berated by the mechanic clattering of voices

Citing numbers, directions, delays, 

Alone inching toward your unknown. 

But take time to listen for the ever-present Voice

Gently whispering, “I’ll guide you.”

And may your love for traveling far remind you of traveling grace

Finding you here in the crowd reminding you that you belong,

No matter where you are.

Through all the times you fell and all the times you ran

Not knowing what was next or where your feet would land,

And all that was lost in translation of a language you could not understand,

Even then, you were known

And you were still headed home.

In all that has changed or stayed the same,

You have found comfort in the Voice rising up above the noise:

“You are loved, you are loved, you are dearly, dearly loved,

And you’re worthy of the journey of being.

You’re worthy of the journey of finding home in Me.”