This My Brethren Is Not Your Home
Chrish is a poetry writer who loves to paint, nature and dog lover, who write for herself and happy to share it with you.
What is a house if it don't make us feel home?
What is a family when there's none shoulder
We can lean on?
Who are My brethren? for I so need them
To listen this silent loneliness I hide,
The one who sympathize not just who listen
Do I even have one? where can I find you?
And where can I see my mother? for My heart is broken
Wretched and alone,
Where is My home?
Where do I goeth when I needed thee?
I have crossed the desert of life
Barefoot and alone
That even My tears taste were bitter
It was a great thirst and hunger
It was like a rest at night under the pouring rain
Where there's no roof above me
My earthly life was as well
Through heavy storms,
You see that blackness of the night
Resting upon the mourning rhythm of the
Blue and dark sea?
Where the howling of the wind
Is a song of loneliness
Playing consistently around Me,
I have seen and have feeleth all the loneliness
That ever existed on earth
Mine heart is as well wearied, wounded
And tortured,
The longing for a true love, acceptance
And understanding from a family
It's its absence that bring distress upon Me
Mine as well were a thorny and a lonely
Path to travel, how it break My heart
By the misapprehension in Mine own home
So much that it was somewhere else
I find acceptance, love and peace
How lonely I were to look for a home
Where the feeling of being loathed
Do not exist, oh! How wearied My soul was
And how it bruised My heart.
Therefore, if you My brethren
Who have to endure all these loneliness
And hostility, the burden and the broken heart
Your own home cast upon you
I have commanded you to be strong
And of good courage
Rest under my refuge, and in the comfort of
My endless great love
Find companionship in Me
For this,
Peace shall comfort your worries
And your broken heart
You shall find relief as you call My name
In truth and with all your heart
For I have endure it all
And so you will,
You will not to bear the loneliness
And helplessness and difficulties alone
You are not to face the trials of this life alone
You are My brethren, a member of the heavenly family
Give Me thy heart, cast all thy loneliness
Upon me if thy own home betrayed you
Or wounded you or wretched you
For I carry you upon My heart,
As you call My name with all your heart
My presence shall embrace your heart and
Soul with great endurance
Your longing heart must know
Where your rest can be found
Your sensitive soul shall feeleth
The tidings of My great love
And your heart shall welcome it heartily
And so My beloved, if thy own house
Doesn't feel like home
I tell you, in this world I so loved
I was rejected and wretched and alone
For I tell you the truth,
This is not My home, and neither yours.