Dear Friends,

This Christmas my thoughts revolve a lot around the theme of “home”, and what accompanies me in this reflection is the poem The House of Christmas by G.K. Chesterton, of which I would like to share with you this excerpt:

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 wive’s tale,

And strange the plain things are,

The earth is enough and the air is enough

For our wonder and our war;

But our rest is as far as the fire-drake swings

And our peace is put in impossible things

Where clashed and thundered unthinkable wings

Round an incredible star.

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.”

It is my wish and my prayer that we all and each one of us feel at home this Christmas, not just physically as it is not always possible, but mentally, emotionally and spiritually. This will mean that we are at peace.

Have a blessed Christmas.