Tuesday, July 10, 2007

Touch-down in the City of Light

Woods and patchwork
quilts of vineyards-
every forest has a village,
every village has a steeple,
and the grey mist breaks-
blinds me with morning light.
Mist still hangs in the sky

and I,

I inch closer to Paradise;
touch-down in the City of Light-
may it steal our darkness for a while.

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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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