Thursday, October 11, 2012

Forgiveness

by John Greenleaf Whittier 

My heart was heavy, for its trust had been Abused, its kindness answered with foul wrong; 
So, turning gloomily from my fellow-men, 
One summer Sabbath day I strolled among 
The green mounds of the village burial-place; 
Where, pondering how all human love and hate 
Find one sad level; and how, soon or late, 
Wronged and wrongdoer, each with meekened face, 
And cold hands folded over a still heart, 
Pass the green threshold of our common grave, 
Whither all footsteps tend, whence none depart, 
Awed for myself, and pitying my race, 
Our common sorrow, like a mighty wave, 
Swept all my pride away, and trembling I forgave!

The Love Letter

Dearest
Do you know how much in love with you I am? Did I trip? Did I stumble - lose my balance, graze my knee, graze my heart? 
I know I'm in love when I see you. I know when I long to see you, I'm on fire. Not a muscle has moved. Leaves hang unruffled by any breeze. The air is still. I have fallen in love without taking a step. 
You are all wrong for me and I know it, but I can no longer care for my thoughts unless they are thoughts of you. 
When I am close to you, I feel your hair brush my cheek when it does not. I look away from you sometimes, then I look back. When I tie my shoes, when I peel an orange, when I drive my car, when I lie down each night without you, I remain... Yours.

The love letter. 1999
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