Hannah Greer

maybe home isn't an earthly place

To have seen gilded castles, scuffed cobblestones,

forests of thousands of living beings,

aligned your steps with ancestral footprints,

To have lived in the echoes of a childhood home:

chipping paint, endless coming and leaving around it,

memories forming patina

and people and places being swiped away like dust,

To lack eternity in the earthly—the truest form of belonging, of home—

maybe our houses of concrete, brick, and mortar weren’t made for our souls,

but our bodies,

As dusk calls and our bodies go to earthly end,

so shall we rise again,

to be with the Light, and among Him,

to finally be

irrevocably Home.

Hannah Grace Greer is a writer and poet who is fascinated by her environment and Christian spirituality. She has a BA in English and creative writing from the University of Iowa and is an MFA candidate at Spalding University. Her work has been published in Heart of Flesh, The Ekphrastic Review, Bridge Eight Press, As Surely As The Sun, Pensive: A Global Journal of Spirituality and the Arts, and elsewhere. You can find her @hannahggpoetry on Instagram.