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.

3 comments:

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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