The Wild Rose
Sometimes hidden from me
in daily custom and in trust,
so that I live by you unaware
as by the beating of my heart,
Suddenly you flare in my sight,
a wild rose blooming at the edge
of thicket, grace and light
where yesterday was only a shade,
And once more I am blessed, choosing
again what I once chose before.
Wendell Berry
Wendell Berry wrote this for his wife, I believe, but it speaks to me of so many of the amazing women in my life who remain faithful friends through what can be long ages of neglect on my part. One does not have to be a man to appreciate the grace and beauty a woman is, or to forget.
Sometimes hidden from me
in daily custom and in trust,
so that I live by you unaware
as by the beating of my heart,
Suddenly you flare in my sight,
a wild rose blooming at the edge
of thicket, grace and light
where yesterday was only a shade,
And once more I am blessed, choosing
again what I once chose before.
Wendell Berry
Wendell Berry wrote this for his wife, I believe, but it speaks to me of so many of the amazing women in my life who remain faithful friends through what can be long ages of neglect on my part. One does not have to be a man to appreciate the grace and beauty a woman is, or to forget.
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