Sunday, July 27, 2008

Our Own

27 July 2008, 9:31 PM

I go a little blinder everyday
staring into the sun
of realities snatched up too soon.
I wonder if we'd have relented back then
if we'd known the pieces of
Paradise we parted with
as we salivated for the crumbs
falling from a far less worthy table
than our own.

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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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