Thursday, April 07, 2005

Defeat (tanka)

April 7, 2005

Came we to dark paths;
trust’s capacity ebbed low;
walking felt like death.

Oh, that we had held to hope,
hand in hand by light of Love.

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George MacDonald

"Home is ever so far away in the palm of your hand, and how to get there it is of no use to tell you. But you will get there; you must get there; you have to get there. Everybody who is not at home, has to go home."

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