Canticles of the Unhomed
Thursday, January 13, 2005
More of the new design.
:: written by Matt Thompson, 2:14 PM
More of the new design.
"For still the vision awaits its appointed time; it hastens to the end--it will not lie. If it seems slow, wait for it; it will surely come; it will not delay." - Habakkuk
I am but one of the faceless host of the Unhomed. The Unhomed are those that have been wrest from their home and supplanted in a dark place where they eke out a reasonably happy life until the ship arrives from across the Wide Sea to take us back home. Until then we chafe under the restrictions of a world that cannot hold us, and yearn impatiently for our home. We know that we walk as aliens in this land, and take courage from the fact that we are not long for this world.
