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- The House of Christmas By G. K. Chesterton There fared a mother driven forth Out of an inn to roam; In the place where she was homeless All men are at home. The crazy stable close at hand, With shaking timber and shifting sand, Grew a stronger thing to abide and stand Than the square stones of Rome.
Chesterton's signature playfulness is replaced with a poignant exploration of human frailty and the search for solace. The poem's language is simple yet evocative, capturing the elusiveness of true home and the transformative power of divine presence.
Mar 6, 2024 · The House Of Christmas | G.K. Chesterton. There fared a mother driven forth Out of an inn to roam; In the place where she was homeless All men are at home. The crazy stable close at hand, With shaking timber and shifting sand, Grew a stronger thing to abide and stand Than the square stones of Rome. For men are homesick in their homes,
The House of Christmas. Gilbert Keith Chesterton (1874-1936) Source: Burton Egbert Stevenson, ed., The Home Book of Verse, Volume 1 (New York: Henry Holt And Company, 1912); Project Gutenberg Etext #2619. There fared a mother driven forth. Out of an inn to roam; In the place where she was homeless.
A child in a foul stable, Where the beasts feed and foam; Only where He was homeless. Are you and I at home; We have hands that fashion and heads that know, But our hearts we lost—-how long ago! In a place no chart nor ship can show. Under the sky’s dome. This world is wild as an old wife’s tale, And strange the plain things are,
To an open house in the evening Home shall men come, To an older place 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.
May 2, 2015 · The House of Christmas. by G. K. Chesterton. There fared a mother driven forth. Out of an inn to roam; In the place where she was homeless. All men are at home. The crazy stable close at hand, With shaking timber and shifting sand, Grew a stronger thing to abide and stand.
May 13, 2011 · Read, review and discuss the The House of Christmas poem by Gilbert Keith Chesterton on Poetry.com.
