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)

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