I’ve been thinking about the way, when you walk down a crowded aisle, people pull in their legs to let you by. Or how strangers still say “bless you” when someone sneezes, a leftover from the Bubonic plague. “Don’t die,” we are saying. And sometimes, when you spill lemons from your grocery bag, someone else will help you pick…
Tag: Poem
Larkin on Love
‘What will survive of us is Love.’ from Philip Larkin’s poem – An Arundel Tomb
Rumi – The Kiss of Spirit
My iTunes just played Laura’s last phone message : ‘Sweetie, come on back. I miss you wherever you are.’ Then I heard this beautiful Rumi poem for the first time – There is some kiss we want with our whole lives, the touch of Spirit on the body. Seawater begs the pearl to break its…
Laura’s Poem
Let us lie down together holding hands, looking in to one another’s soul. There is a real beauty there, an understanding in the eyes that has passed between two women like never before. Dared I dream of you? Never would I even know how. But you magically appeared. If I wake up, will you still…
Another Poem from the Memorial
When I Am Among The Trees When I am among the trees, especially the willows and the honey locust, equally the beech, the oaks and the pines, they give off such hints of gladness. I would almost say that they save me, and daily. I am so distant from the hope of myself, in which…
Soul Love Forever 