mfh Posted January 26, 2013 Report Share Posted January 26, 2013 I have been, for about six months, finally unpacking from our 2009 move (we moved here 9 months before Bill died so he could walk to the General Store, friends' shops, post office. It lasted 2 months.). I am also looking at paint colors, blinds for my art studio, trees to replace the ones I lost last summer, and on and on...it is quite a list. I guess it is time to move into this house now. Anyway, today I was sorting some boxes and came across the following poem that a friend had framed for me back in 1970ish. Pretty fresh out of a religious order back then, I really had no clue who I was. Here I am again doing a bit of looking again. She's craning her neck, Lord almost breaking it trying to find out who she is... It looks painful, that craning to see around a hope or under a fear. Sometimes I guess a person has to turn inside out to gain self-knowledge. I wish it weren't so awkward for her and painful. How can I say to her that I like her neck, the way it is? Right now she's beautiful to me. She doesn't have to crane her neck for me. But then it isn't for me she's craning. It's for herself. She won't be happy until she finds out for herself who she is even if she breaks her neck craning. Take care of that lovely neck, Lord. I read this today a few times and was reminded of how so many of us are asking who we are without our partners/spouses/soul mates. The poem reminded me that I am just me, the same person I have always been but stronger, more compassionate, more aware, with some new priorities and more and yes...I am still Bill's beloved. I thought some of you might like this poem. I have no clue who wrote it. Peace, Mary Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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