glorybee wrote:Oh Loren, I remember that one so well! What an awesome, beautiful piece of writing, and the repetition is a big part of that.
How did you feel once you'd written it? Did it feel to you like you'd done something very fine?
Thanks, Jan, that means a lot!
How did I feel? First, I must admit I felt it came through me and not from me, Yet, I also felt, in my own way, I had expressed as best I could, my belief in love's endurance - best expressed in this line:
Love shall be our legacy, can there be a greater gift to leave behind that others might say we loved and loved greatly. We will have left this world a better place in that we shared our love in the ordering of our common lifes
It is strange, but when I re-read the entire piece, it speaks and reaffirms some emberetic (my word from ember) conviction in my heart as if somewhere hidden within the phrases and lines, lies a wonderful truth spiritually revealed.
And, I can't help but think, by reading some of the replies, that others feel that conviction as well. A writer could not be more blessed.
"And this, our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything." From "As You Like It." Wm. Shakespeare.