I Am Not From Here

The confession of eternal pilgrims

I have memories I never lived.
Promises older than my blood.
The world calls it imagination.
Heaven calls it home.

I walk like I belong here
but something inside me
never unpacks its bags.
I love this earth
yet I do not believe it is my origin.
I am a visitor
in a body on loan.

Homesickness is proof
that I came from somewhere else.
I carry coordinates of the Kingdom
in my bones.
My hunger points upward.
My hope looks forward.
My spirit remembers a garden
my mind forgot.

I am not waiting to escape.
I am waiting to unveil.
I am a citizen of a country
that cannot be conquered.
I am a son of a realm
that does not decay.
I am here on assignment
not on vacation.

I am not from here.
And one day
the whole world will know why.

Joe Restman, Eternal Witness of the Lamb.