The Life of Love: Summer
By Kahlil Gibran
Let us go into the fields, my beloved, for the
Time of harvest approaches, and the sun's eyes
Are ripening the grain.
Let us tend the fruit of the earth, as the
Spirit nourishes the grains of joy from the
Seeds of love, sowed deep in our hearts.
Let us fill our bins with the products of
Nature, as life fills so abundantly the
Domain of our hearts with her endless bounty.
Let us make the flowers our bed, and the
Sky our blanket, and rest our heads together
Upon pillows of soft hay.
Let us relax after the day's toil, and listen
To the provoking murmur of the brook.
It's my wedding anniversary (the 14th) and I'm allowed to be sappy. Have to get my husband something to go along with the Godiva. Quick -- suggestions? (He already has every Grateful Dead and Phish bootleg ever recorded.)
And quick pimping: sahari has posted the third part of "Of All Things". I am so totally in love with her Jack (who is so very close to how I see O'Brian's Jack).
Off to lunch with gblvr who may need consolation. *prepares wicked minion wiles*