homesick for heaven.

 

homesick for heaven

 

fireflies caught in a mason jar

honeysuckle lining featherbed lane

crisp, crimson raspberries mistaken as candy

the stubborn Shetland pony in the pasture

barefoot walks to the creek aimlessly avoiding poison ivy

climbing competitions on the hay bales to be crowned king

quarter horses roaming the lush land my grandpa named heaven

the sunlight creeping into the cracks of that 100 year old barn

rides through the never ending golden fields

dewy Sunday mornings full of grace and full of Jesus

the smell of a new western saddle in the tack room

watching the sunset disappear from that rickety porch