this secret garden

the wild rose

This is a poem I came across in a book I’m reading that resembles how I feel about T.ย  It’s a poem Wendell Berry wrote for his wife:

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 shade,

and once again I am blessed, choosing
again what I chose before.
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One comment on “the wild rose

  1. hans
    October 17, 2010

    ๐Ÿ™‚ ๐Ÿ™‚ ๐Ÿ™‚

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