There fared a mother driven forth
Out of an inn to roam;
In the place where she was homeless
All men are at home.
A Child in a foul stable,
Where the beasts feed and foam,
Only where He was homeless
Are you and I at home;
To an open house in the evening
Home shall men come,
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.
~G.K. Chesterton from “The House of Christmas” (1915)