Coming Back, A Letter To Elim

Coming Back, A Letter To Elim prose poem

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Hi Elim,

Your parents gave you a very special name when you were born.
Your name is a place in a Middle Eastern Desert meaning “Oak”.
Yes, it’s a strong tree, which is how they envisioned you to be.

But when many of us are born, we live and die, never knowing who we are, why we are here, where we came from, or where we are going.

Perhaps we were void of patience, and never found our purpose.
Perhaps we forgot, or never knew the meaning of persistence.
We are pleased to be taken away to places far in the distance.
So we board bandwagons and take paths of least resistance .
Before long, we lose our way; and day by day, we go astray.

Years ago on a sunny afternoon, I got lost several miles from home.
I was in a different county, without a map, GPS, or even a cell phone.

My mind went blank, and all my senses of direction quickly vanished. I felt all alone and at the mercy of me, to find my way back.
That is, until God directed me to look toward the sun.

I was reminded that the sun always sets in the West
That’s when I leaned upon the anchor of the sun.
And quickly gathering my mental bearings,
just like that, I found my way back.

Elim my friend, your way alone has been long.
You don’t deny that you have been wrong.
But like an oak tree, you are strong.
So look toward the Sun, and come
On home where you belong.”

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I am a retired minister and the husband of Barbara for 42 years. We reside in Sacramento ,Ca. We have two sons and a daughter, and we are the proud grandparents of 6 children.
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