Friday, September 16, 2005

On the Other Side

September 16, 2005


You sprinkled sunshine
soft upon the twilight of my memory,
and the fear behind
my countenance found peace.

I no longer count death my enemy,
knowing you will be
on the other side.

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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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