My Audacity

My Audacity

Hello Brenda -- and all other friends:

I've been away for a while  (I almost wrote "a spell" as my upstate NY relatives  would have said), and I've read back through many days of your contributions and marveled, as usual, at the profundity of many of the remarks.  I'm sad that Nanibel's little peach tree is not well, but I at least have its image stored in my computer's memory.

My audacity is this, Brenda.  I found your poem (from Mar. 20 ?) and as often happens I thought to express the sentiment a bit differently.  Please excuse my  arrogant tampering:

Love speaks with silent lips

And opens wide her arms

To show with naked clarity

The Truth that fills this universe.

Our words are often weak;

But caring presence shows

How much we love to have

The story of your life.