One of our MHS alum posted this to another on learning of loss of a friend. It is more beautiful than the images I try to capture. I admire those who write and read good literature and have the skills to appreciate it. Posted by Billy Clem The Thing Is ((by Ellen Bass (a poem for you, John, in rough times)): to love life, to love it even when you have no stomach for it and everything you’ve held dear crumbles like burnt paper in your hands, your throat filled with the silt of it. When grief sits with you, its tropical heat thickening the air, heavy as water more fit for gills than lungs; when grief weights you like your own flesh only more of it, an obesity of grief, you think, How can a body withstand this? Then you hold life like a face between your palms, a plain face, no charming smile, no violet eyes, and you say, yes, I will take you I will love you, again.
Posted on: Sun, 10 Aug 2014 00:17:33 +0000
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