“When the heart speaks, however simple the words, its language is always acceptable to those who have hearts.”
– Mary Baker Eddy
A poem for my love –
A Simple and Unremarkable Perfection
It’s a miracle of perfection.
I am warm and fed and I can hear
my loved one tapping the keys
on his laptop
and clearing his throat
I have chamomile tea with
cream and a chunk of
sourdough bread and the wind is
the rain-splattered screen on the
and making the lights behind it
look like they’re dancing
I feel no pain or fear
I know I’m completely safe
and I imagine coming through
some terrible danger
and finding myself in this room
and what a miracle that would
seem to be
and how much I’d appreciate the
perfection of it
and I am filled with gratitude
– Karen Molenaar Terrell, from A Poem Lives on My Windowsill
Beautiful. That freedom from fear explained so simply. Or maybe, deliverance from fear is a better way to describe it.
I like the idea of “deliverance from fear” – yes, I think that’s what it is.
Beautiful. The freedom from fear, or rather, it describes the deliverance from fear in a simple, stark way.
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