Why feeling homesick for heaven isn't a sign of madness

When we hunger for something more, it’s meant to point us towards eternity, says Joshua Luke Smith

Sometimes I feel lost. Not so much waking up on the wrong side of the bed, but on the wrong side of eternity. I feel, to borrow from John Moreland, “homesick for a home I’ve never had”.

The Welsh have a word for that. Of course they do – they’re the only people who can make a shopping list sound like a hymn, lifting the most mundane mix of words into melodies that attract cherubim. I think the muses were born from the springs of Welsh valleys.