Saturday, August 20, 2005

Wedding Bells

Today my lovely friend Anna is getting married in her home town of Wichita Kansas. Last weekend I went to Target, spent a good 20 minutes picking out the right card, wrote her some lovely, heart felt words, and then stuck it in the mail...or so I thought. Yesterday, I found that very same card stuck in the pages of a book, where I put it so it wouldn't get bent (along with some bills that are now late). Because my card will be very, very late, I offer her a poem and some beautiful words from The Prophet. I am so excited that she has found a partner, someone she can share her life with, someone who sees the truth of her beauty. I know today will be a joyous day for her and that she will make a truly beautiful bride. I wish her many, many years of happiness and want her to know my heart is with her on this day of celebration. I send her my love...

To Have Without Holding
Marge Piercy
Learning to love differently is hard,
love with the hands wide open, love
with the doors banging on their hinges,
the cupboard unlocked, the wind
roaring and whimpering in the rooms
rustling the sheets and snapping the blinds
that thwack like rubber bands
in an open palm.
It huts to love wide open
stretching the muscles that feel
as if they are made of wet plaster,
then of blunt knives, then
of sharp knives.
It hurts to thwart the reflexes
of grab, of clutch; to love and let
go again and again. It pesters to remember
the lover who is not in the bed,
to hold back what is owed to the work
that gutters like a candle in a cove
without air, to love consciously,
conscientiously, concretely, constructively.
I can't do it, you say it's killing
me, but you thrive, you glow
on the street like a neon raspberry.
You float and sail, a helium balloon
bright bachelor's button blue and bobbing
on the cold and hot winds of our breath,
as we make and unmake in passionate
diastole and systole the rhythm
of our unbound bonding, to have
and not to hold, to love
with minimized malice, hunger
and anger moment by moment balanced.
Give your hearts, but not into each other's keeping. For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts. And stand together, yet not too near together: For the pillars of the temple stand apart, And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other's shadow. from The Prophet by Kahlil Gibran (Thank you Danielle for this!)


Blogger STEVE said...

Holly shit! Someone that I know has read "The Prophet". You ROCK! I think I'll read it again later this week in your honor.

11:53 PM  

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