Sunday, December 30, 2012

For my husband of 21 years

The Wild Rose
Wendell Barry

Sometimes, hidden from me
 in daily custom and in trust,

I live by you unaware, 
as if by the beating of my heart,

Suddenly you flare again in my sight,
A wild rose blooming at the edge
 of the 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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