When You Come to Love
When you come to love,
bring all you have.
Bring the milk in the jug,
the checked cloth on the table—
the conch that sang the sea
when you were small,
and your moonstone rings,
your dream of wolves,
your woven bracelets.
For the key to love is in the fire’s nest,
and the riddle of love is the hawk’s dropped feather.
Bring every bowl and ewer,
every cup and chalice, jar,
for love will fill them all-
And, dazzled with the day,
fold the sunlight in your sheets,
fold the smell of salt and leaves,
of summer, sweat, and roses,
to shake them out when you need them most,
For love is strong as death.
I totally stole this from Patti Digh’s 37 Days blog. But that’s because I love it so much.
……. fold the sunlight in your sheets,
fold the smell of salt, sweat and roses,
to shake them out when you need them most
Don’t you love the smell of sunlight in your sheets? Ahhhhhhhh, big inhale, savour, sigh. Again.
Image from here.