The heart of a woman goes forth with the dawn, As a lone bird, soft winging, so restlessly on, Afar o’er life’s turrets and vales does it roam In the wake of those echoes the heart calls home. ~Georgia Douglas Johnson from The Heart of a Woman and Other Poems
There are some days, as I look at what must be accomplished, I just fling my heart out ahead of me in the hope I might catch up with it and bring it back home before the sun goes down.
It is a race to see if anyone else rescues it first or if anyone even notices it out there fluttering its way through the day.
Perhaps, once flung with the dawn, it will keep winging its way home and I’ll find it patiently waiting there for me when I return tonight through the door.
So different, this man And this woman: A stream flowing In a field. ~William Carlos Williams, “Marriage”
Like the water of a deep stream, love is always too much. We did not make it. Though we drink till we burst we cannot have it all, or want it all. In its abundance it survives our thirst. ~Wendell Berry from “The Country of Marriage”
No matter how ruffled I may feel,
how rippled my smooth surface,
you are calming:
becoming stillness when I need it most.
we fit perfectly.
We are more together than we know, how else could we keep on discovering we are more together than we thought? You are the known way leading always to the unknown, and you are the known place to which the unknown is always leading me back. More blessed in you than I know… ~Wendell Berry from “The Country of Marriage”