Saturday, February 14, 2009

little hands

A spring of love gushed from my heart,
And I blessed them unaware:

And to teach, by his own example, love and reverence to all things that God made and loveth.

He prayeth well, who loveth well
Both man and bird and beast.
~ Coleridge

I love this poem, I love the little hands that made these sweet tokens of love, a love chain, a painted heart and a heart shaped stone found and given.

People profess to not need a special day that has to remind them to love, but I am grateful for days like this, days that love can gush unabashed for all.


SassyDog said...

Just stopped by to say Hello! Read about you over at Finding Sirius. Love the Valentine post and especially the one about you and your Dad. I did the same with my Dad, trips to the hardware store, the lumber yard, the old dump, odd jobs for my uncle. I sure miss that time in my life!

Jan said...

Hi. I came from Andrea's. Glad to meet you. I read your first post and it got to me. My mother died when I was 16 and it ripped out my heart. When my dad died, I was 48 and I thought I would be able to handle it better but it was like a remake of my mother's death with all the same people only a lot older. Writing does help but also makes you seem more vulnerable. It is good therapy. I will be back to visit.

Barry said...

I was reading Andrea's tribute to you at Finding Sirius, and had to visit.

I'm glad I did, you have an extraordinary blog.

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