Wednesday, June 01, 2005

Home at Last

This is a poem Annette wrote in my circle journal (don't you WISH you had one!)

Home at Last

To an Open House in the evening,
Home shall men come.
To a place older than Eden
And a taller town than Rome.
To the end of the way of the wandering star,
To the things that cannot be and that are,
To the Place where God was homeless,
And all men are at Home.

-G.K. Chesterton

1 comment:

jayjay said...

Oh I love this so much I copied it to my quotes selection to read and reread. WONDERFUL. Thanks.
AND I left you a comment at the end of your comment on my blog site. You'll have to have a squizz there.
Much love from that place we call home,