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.
I came across this poem in, bird by bird: Some Instructions on Writing and Life, by Anne Lamott. I read this book many years ago and decided it was time to re-read it; so this morning I pulled it off the book shelf, sat down in a comfy chair with coffee cup in hand and started to read. I was only a few pages into it when I found this poem written by Wendell Berry for his wife. The poem went straight to my heart, and brought tears to my eyes for its beautiful sensibility – he truly loved his wife!
Don’t forget to tell the people in your life how much they mean to you.