Monday 21 April 2008

the lovliness of memory

She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellow'd to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impair'd the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!

it's hard to believe a year has gone by since Lins died. the pain has been acute and the amount of GOD's love in response immeasurable.

yet grieving continues and we continue to cling to the ROCK upon which we stand. the only way to stand. this is so simple and silly sounding, and i don't mean for it to seem trite. maybe that's all i have. just the simplicity of standing on the ROCK.

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