Saturday, April 07, 2007

Spring Greening

28 March 2007, 10:02 AM

The brushes are greening,
behind white fences- they
go on for miles in both directions. I
had not dreamed the changes
Spring would bring- so many good gifts
since last the reddish orange hues
painted every branch reaching high
into an azure sky. Autumn to Spring,
and life begins again, right on cue,
and so unexpectedly I cannot help
but gape, awed at the chronology
of things I thought I knew so well,
yet could not clearly see in Hell.

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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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