Today is probably just another ordinary day for most of us. But in my mind’s eye this morning, as I was navigating the traffic to work (because I missed the bus and had to take the car) I suddenly thought of thousands of military personnel who are waking up on an uncomfortable cot somewhere; to heat and sand and homesickness. I don’t know why this particular thought came into my head at this particular moment. I do not have any close relatives or friends serving right now. But someone else does. My heart was filled with sadness, and then an overpowering gratitude for all those who are quietly sacrificing and serving. My heart reaches out to the millions more who are missing someone this morning, and aching to have them back in their arms safely again.
All I can say to you is thank you. Thank you for doing what you are doing so that I can worry about mundane things like whether the truck in front of me is going to let me merge – or whether my computer is going to boot up faster – or whether I can finish my project deadline – or what I’m going to cook for dinner.
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Homeward Bound Lyrics by Marta Keen Thompson
“In the quiet misty morning
When the moon has gone to bed,
When the sparrows stop their singing
And the sky is clear and red,
When the summer’s ceased its gleaming,
When the corn is past its prime,
When adventure’s lost its meaning,
I’ll be homeward bound in time.
Bind me not to the pasture;
Chain me not to the plow.
Set me free to find my calling
And I’ll return to you somehow.
If you find it’s me you’re missing,
If you’re hoping I’ll return,
To your thoughts I’ll soon be list’ning,
In the road I’ll stop and turn.
Then the wind will set me racing
As my journey nears its end,
And the path I’ll be retracing
When I’m homeward bound again.
Bind me not to pasture;
Chain me not to the plow.
Set me free to find my calling
And I’ll return to you somehow.
In the quiet misty morning
When the moon has gone to bed,
When the sparrows stop their singing,
I’ll be homeward bound again.
