The Heart Goes Home
At Christmas, yes, the heart
Yet, not alone to where we lived,
and all was dear,
Was our own to hold,
To bury deep for always, treasure in our soul.
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,
And all our yearning
...so nearly forgotten by our mind...
and guides us Home
And more we feel that turning home at Christmas
When the unbegotten God stepped through the Heavenly door
the begotten Son.
And ever does His star attract our hearts,
A briefly glimmering light
shining in our eyes
As the door lay wide
Stepped through to lead us Home...
it was Christmas.
(by Jo Anzalone)
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