Love That Well

photo by Harry Rodenberger
That time of year thou mayst in me behold
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruin’d choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
In me thou see’st the twilight of such day
As after sunset fadeth in the west,
Which by and by black night doth take away,
Death’s second self, that seals up all in rest.
In me thou see’st the glowing of such fire
That on the ashes of his youth doth lie,
As the death-bed whereon it must expire,
Consum’d with that which it was nourish’d by.
This thou perceiv’st, which makes thy love more strong,
To love that well which thou must leave ere long.
~William Shakespeare Sonnet 73
photo by Harry Rodenberger
I may think youth has it all – strength, beauty, energy-
but now I know better.
There is so much treasure in slowing down,
this leisurely leave-taking,
the finite becoming infinite
and a limitlessness loving.
Without our aging
we’d never change up
who we are
to become so much more:
enriched, vibrant,
shining passionately
until the very last.
To love well
To love strong
To love as if
nothing else matters.
photo by Harry Rodenberger

4 thoughts on “Love That Well

  1. Kindly, truly, and wisely said: An acknowledgment of the greatly-needed affirmations of the advantages and returns to a society through the inevitable process of the aging of its members.
    And, a timely, accurate but often overlooked joyful paean to the grace-filled sacrament of LOVE.

    Thank you, Emily. We need to ponder the truth and meaning of your post today as we try to live amid the often chaotic rhythm and false values espoused
    by so many in our society – especially the trend to not value the existence of the elderly among us whose lifelong sacrifices for others and the knowledge and invaluable wisdom they share with us are being forgotten – or denigrated – as they are so often shunted off to the sidelines and considered a burden because they ‘no longer contribute to society.’


  2. Re: E.B.B. 43 How I do love thee! No need to count the ways/ But should you want reminding, pray listen as I say/ I love you to the depth and breadth and height and all of that/My soul’s ablaze upon your shore, my heart’s a feral cat/ My love is quiet, my love is loud, she knows not day or night/ Your tender touch alarms me so I’m sure it must be right/To love you freely, full, and pure and bend to passion strong/ through smiles and tears I’ll treasure you and sing our lover’s song/My grief is gone, my anger fades, in you I’ve held a friend/I’ll love still better someplace, God willing in the end. RBB 1995

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  3. Apologies one and all. The final line of RE. E.B.B. 43 should read, “I’ll love still better someplace else, God willing in the end.”


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