MacDonald,

God planted us all on the border of Fairyland.

Every time we open one of your books, we cross the threshold and follow the rainbow.

Oh! To get to the land whence the shadows fall;

Raging seas, nor extreme old age will stop our sojourn:

‘Go across the waves, your feet will make no holes in the water now.’

Eyes roving, we see the sapphires: a keyhole!


Citation Information

Aaron Stephens, “MacDonald, George,” An Unexpected Journal: George MacDonald 3, no. 4. (Advent 2020), 211.

Direct Link: https://anunexpectedjournal.com///macdonald-george/


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