Tuesday, July 10, 2007

Close Quarters

Close quarters on our way to find
the fields of Elysium
under sun or rain or starry skies.
The blade about your finger unbroken,
untouched by the locusts
and the sands of time finally passing
less painfully, or at least in the direction of life.

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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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