Home and the Miraculous
March 26th, 2009
Home is not a place for walking on water. It does not give itself to miracles of this sort. It is a place for wading deeply, up to the neck, until its crests pass over us and we breathe the still necessary air of the world, only in gasps, between its warm and uterine swells. This is its miracle, that we find ourselves submerged in it, like a womb, and yet we do not drown.
From Word to Word by Jeremy Luke Hill is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-Share Alike 2.5 Canada License.
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