What matter if I stand alone? I wait with joy the coming years; My heart shall reap where it hath sown, And garner up its fruit of tears. from the poem Waiting by John Burroughs
Still hopeful that you will stand by my side one day…
To work magic is to weave the unseen forces into form; to soar beyond sight; to explore the uncharted dream realm of the hidden reality. – Starhawk from Simple Abundance by Sarah Ban Breathnach
My childhood Hallowe’en costumes were always some variation on the witch theme, with the capes becoming more and more elaborate as the years went on. I think I fared better than my siblings who opted for ghost garb.
Her memory from old habit of the mind Went slipping back upon the golden days In which she saw him first,… from The Idylls of the King – Guinevere by Tennyson
I remember first seeing him standing in the doorway of the dockside restaurant.
…that which we are, we are; One equal temper of heroic hearts Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield. from Ulysses by Lord Tennyson
What though the radiancewhich was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass,of glory in the flower; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind… from Ode: Intimations of Immortality by William Wordsworth
Still searching for strength in the ruins of what was a beautiful life – rest in peace.
Again and again, however we know the landscape of love and the little churchyard there, with its sorrowing names, and the frighteningly silent abyss into which the others fall: again and again the two of us walk out together under the ancient tree, lie down again and again among the flowers, face to face with the sky. from Again And Again, However We Know The Landscape Of Love by Rilke
If ever two were one, then surely we. If ever man were loved by wife, then thee; If ever wife was happy in a man, Compare with me, ye women, if you can. I prize thy love more than whole mines of gold Or all the riches that the East doth hold. My love is such that rivers cannot quench, Nor ought but love from thee, give recompense. Thy love is such I can no way repay, The heavens reward thee manifold, I pray. Then while we live, in love let’s so persevere That when we live no more, we may live ever. from To My Dear And Loving Husband by Anne Bradstreet
And her lips opened amorously, and said- I wist not what, saving one word – Delight. And all her face was honey to my mouth, And all her body pasture to mine eyes; from Love and Sleep by Charles Swinburne