The Heart Goes Home
At Christmas, yes, the heart
goes home-
Yet, not alone to where we
lived,
And laughed,
and loved,
and all was dear,
Was our own to hold,
to touch,
to smell,
To bury deep for always,
treasure in our soul.
Yes,
the heart turns home to
where beginning
Burst forth in being for our
selves--
The heart turns home
to the unbegotten God
Who IS our Home,
our source,
our destination;
And all our yearning
...so nearly forgotten by our mind...
Pulls
and leads
and
guides us Home
to Him.
And more we feel that turning
home at Christmas
When the unbegotten God stepped
through the Heavenly door
And became
the begotten
Son.
And ever does His star attract
our hearts,
A briefly glimmering light
shining in our eyes
As the door lay wide
and
He
stepped through,
Stepped through to lead us
Home...
and...
it was Christmas.
(by Jo Anzalone)