We Have No Home In This World

The old preacher in the novel "Gilead" is writing to his son about talking with people about death. He tells them,


"it's like going going home.
We have no home in this world."

For all the people who have gone home. We are, I believe, spiritual beings living on a mortal plane. I have faith that the suffering and pain, and joy, we experience in this world is only a step in a progression of our existence. Now you are a star, or a whisper in the wind, a bright ray of sunshine or a gentle rain.