“It is at the edge of a petal that love waits.”
― William Carlos Williams
It is too easy to look for love only in the heart of things, usually up front and center, at once showpiece and show off. We think of love as reverberating from deep within, loud enough for all the world to hear and know it is so.
But as I advance on life’s road, I have found love quietly waiting at the periphery, fragile and so easily torn–it ends up clinging to the edges of our lives. It is ever-present, protects and cherishes, fed by fine little veins which branch out to the tender margins.
It is on that delicate edge we dwell, waiting to be fed and oh so grateful.