"In this divine glass, they see face to face; and their converse is free, as well as pure. This is the comfort of friends, that though they may be said to die, yet their friendship and society are, in the best sense, ever present, because immortal."
~William Penn, More Fruits of Solitude.
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Sympathy for Trying and Trying Still
To catch the leaf falling from the tree Still living, grief grown and still loving As has been loved: completely.
To hold my heart struggling to be free From dream death, curt rain in a parched sleep; Drift as drink bleeds, springs free.
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