Tuesday, November 22, 2005


22 November 2005

I thought I was supposed to feel
A great deal more than what I do

The sun has set
The rosy glow receded long ago
Slate replaced the passionate
Array of heather-cloud embers

Moon and stars gently grace
The night sky
Dark as pitch and blacker yet

Your grace abounds

Passionate or passionless
You remain
The same

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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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