Thursday, February 14, 2013

"i carry your heart with me"

She wears the delicate heart close to her own most of the time. It's the last she has of him.

Valentine's day will be hard this year. Every day has been hard since he left without even a proper goodbye.

They found him near his truck. There was a note: "I'm sorry ..."

Reba, his 18-year-old dog, still goes out and sits on the driveway each day, waiting for him to come home.

So, on Valentine's day, this poem by e.e. cummings is dedicated to you, Heather.

And to you, Arny, whose beloved wife Deb passed away just two months ago after a valiant battle with cancer. To you, too, Matt, her precious son.

To Paul, who cared for his Barb so tenderly for all those years ...

It's dedicated to you, my darling Char. This time last year you and Brian were at the TH together. This year you are going to be helping me serve others - but oh, the yearning in your heart for one more day! And for Rebecca, his beautiful daughter, and Bob, his giant of a son who will always be my little brother from Food Cellar days.

This is dedicated to any of you reading this who have suffered your own tremendous, heart-stopping loss in the past year. How I wish I could put my arms around you today. I wish even more that your loved one could ...

And - as always - this is for you, Dad and Mum. You give us the clearest example of how indeed "the greatest of these is love."

i carry your heart with me

i carry your heart with me (i carry it in
my heart) i am never without it (anywhere
i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling)

i fear
no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i want
no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)

(e. e. cummings)


  1. Known only to God are the great, hidden secrets - like who and what the heart carries. Love you! Happy Valentine's Day xo

  2. The beauty of words--your comments and the poem!


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