It was Oliver Wendell Holmes who said, "Where we love is home, home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts." I was so taken by that quote that I made it the very first thing on my web site over a year ago. Little did I know then, that those words would ring so true in my heart, that I would actually have pictures for them in my mind...
It was through the peephole of the hotel door that I spotted that ruby red rose, clutched in your hand like a ceptor. And then glancing upward, for the first time my eyes beheld that golden blond hair, whispely falling over the side of your slightly turned head. With an amazing lack of dexterity I fumbled with the lock on my door, then turning the knob and taking one step backward, I swung it open toward me and gazed upon you in full living color for the very first time. I reached for you, pulled you through the open door, and then gently wrapped my arms around you and nestled you in close, as if holding a newborn infant just thrust into the world. My stronghold was firm, and committed...determined never to let go. And yet I held you gently, tenderly...as if within my arms was a fragile treasure to be safeguarded, protected. For long moments it was an ebb and flow of loving embraces and then releases, just long enough to lean back and look into the eyes that had captured my heart from a thousand miles away those oh so many months ago. Tears welled in my eyes as my brain attempted to process all that my heart had known to be truth for so very long. Pain, ecstasy, wanting, fulfillment, uncertainty, knowing. It all coursed through my veins leaving me almost immobile, barely able to speak. The only words I could seem to stammer from my lips were those very words that had carried us through the most turbulant year and a half you could ever imagine...the words that were so simple, almost inadequate...the words that were the total sum of every breath I had taken since the first time we had spoken.... Just a breath away from your ear, I whispered... "I love you". And when I not only heard the words echoed in my own ear, but felt the warm breath which carried them graze across the cool flesh of my neck, it was so familiar that it caused me to shudder. Everything which I had ever known, everthing that had gone against the very laws of reason and logic, every feeling that had ever squirmed its way through my flesh into the depths of my very being, every single second of it was now confirmed...solidified. The sheer mass of it, the complexities, the inequities, the total unorthodox nature of it all, now simplified into three little words of a greater magnitude than that of all the heavens; I was home. Home...not a structure with walls and a roof; not a location on some map where I placed my belongings. But rather, a space in time where my heart and soul were finally completed, fulfilled...united with their long lost mate. I had followed my heart, over time and space and multiple obstacles. I had longed for the moment when my love would embrace the very essence of the soul that had returned such love a thousand fold. And with the grace of God, we now stood in a place of total unimportance. For indeed our feet would leave this ground, but not our hearts. United forever by a bond much greater than anything we could have imagined, we had achieved what we as human beings spend our entire lives working towards... finding, and melding in perfect harmony with our eternal soulmate. From this moment on we would truly be one, as was intended by the universal power...
We were home.
Copyright ©1999 Bonnie S. Pease
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