Here's the poem of the week. And I am blessed to truly feel this way. I love how she says I love thee to the depth and breadth and height my soul can reach. Trying to love someone faithfully and kindly has expanded my soul in ways I didn't expect or imagine, but I am so grateful for.
SONNET #43, FROM THE PORTUGUESE
By Elizabeth Barrett Browning
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints!---I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life!---and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
1 comment:
I had never noticed the line "I shall but love thee better after death." How appropriate for those of us who strive for eternal marriage relationships...
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