Tuesday, January 24, 2012

Poetry. Just because.

Hidden Rose by Emily J. Photography

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 the thicket, grace and light
where yesterday was only a shade,

and once more I am blessed, choosing
again what I chose before.

-- "The Wild Rose" by Wendell Berry


  1. It just dawned on him how lovely his wife is.


  2. Oh my, this is simply beautiful. Thank you so much for sharing. I am quite moved by this piece! :)