I stand on a sandy shore overlooking a mighty ocean
Dreaming of the goings one of the foreign Shores
And the far away places across the open seas
There may be lands with new creatures
Creatures more beautiful than any other
Creatures even more wonderful than the angels of the heavens
These foreign Shores of far away lands might be deceiving
From beautiful shores to pits, canyons, and dark places of the lands
The possibility that what lies across this ocean might be the very pit of hell
Then I remember something beautiful
A memory like that of one from a dream
But as quickly as the beautiful thing comes into my mind, it passes
So we set sail on our mighty sheepish ship
And we set out to find these lands of which we’ve only dreamed
These wonderful, terrible, heavenly lands of our dreams
Leaving behind the land that we called home
To find these new lands that we might call our own
We land on a shore and find the very object of our intent
We, in leaving our home;and, we found something much much greater
The great land of which we had only dreamt
Was the very land which we had found
A few away shore so familiar to the land of our minds
The great object of our very best dreams
The Far Country for which we had sailed
And found we, the Land of Our Fathers
The old way which we had so long ago abandoned
The history that we had left behind in the dust
The Land of Orthodoxy, the great land of our fathers
A new adventure in a familiar land
The great land of our fathers, our true earthly home
Feb 8, 2016
Feb 8, 2016 at 1:11 PM UTC
I stand on a sandy shore overlooking a mighty ocean
Dreaming of the goings one of the foreign Shores
And the far away places across the open seas
There may be lands with new creatures
Creatures more beautiful than any other
Creatures even more wonderful than the angels of the heavens
These foreign Shores of far away lands might be deceiving
From beautiful shores to pits, canyons, and dark places of the lands
The possibility that what lies across this ocean might be the very pit of hell
Then I remember something beautiful
A memory like that of one from a dream
But as quickly as the beautiful thing comes into my mind, it passes
So we set sail on our mighty sheepish ship
And we set out to find these lands of which we’ve only dreamed
These wonderful, terrible, heavenly lands of our dreams
Leaving behind the land that we called home
To find these new lands that we might call our own
We land on a shore and find the very object of our intent
We, in leaving our home;and, we found something much much greater
The great land of which we had only dreamt
Was the very land which we had found
A few away shore so familiar to the land of our minds
The great object of our very best dreams
The Far Country for which we had sailed
And found we, the Land of Our Fathers
The old way which we had so long ago abandoned
The history that we had left behind in the dust
The Land of Orthodoxy, the great land of our fathers
A new adventure in a familiar land
The great land of our fathers, our true earthly home
Based, loosely, off of a quote from G.K. Chesterton's book 'Orthodoxy'
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