Saturday, December 10, 2011

Look Away

10 December 2011

The pot boils,
the flower blooms,
the writing fades,
the light glooms.

We watch without blinking,
eyes watering, winking--
still, the child grows,
flourishes, goes
when we look away.

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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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