Saturday, January 21, 2006

For Pete

Go from me. Yet I feel that I shall stand
Henceforward in thy shadow. Nevermore
Alone upon the threshold of my door
Of individual life, I shall command
The uses of my soul, nor lift my hand
Serenely in the sunshine as before,
Without the sense of that which I forbore--
Thy touch upon the palm. The widest land
Doom takes to part us, leaves thy heart in mine
With pulses that beat double. What I do
And what I dream include thee, as the wine
Must taste of its own grapes. And when I sue
God for myself, He hears that name of thine,
And sees within my eyes the tears of two.

~ Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Sonnets from the Portuguese, 6

Note to my readers: My beloved husband, Pete, died on Friday, January 20. My postings will be light for a while, but I'll be back soon. I ask for your prayers for myself and my children, Kris and Matt. Many thanks for your kind support.