I feel my own strength and fragility tonight as I reflect on my days at my husband's bedside, watching his slow-paced recovery from the massive heart attack that nearly took his life...somehow this poem by Anne Morrow Lindbergh seems to espress my thoughts and feelings, and reflect my experiences much more accurately now than on the day I wrote these words in my journal:
"Already I have shed the leaves of youth,
Stripped by the wind of time down to the truth
Of winter branches. Linear and alone
I stand, a lens for lives beyond my own,
A frame through which another's fire may glow,
A harp on which another's passions, blow.
The pattern of my boughs, an open chart
Spread on the sky, to others my impart
Its leafless mysteries that once I prized,
Before bare roots and branches equalized;
Tendrils that tap the rain or twigs the sun
Are all the same, shadow and substance one.
Now that my vulnerable leaves are cast aside,
There's nothing left to shield, no thing to hide.
Blow through me, Life, pared down at last to bone,
So fragile and so fearless have I grown!"
A thought: (someone's comment upon the dedication of the Vernal Utah Temple)..."The Vernal, Utah temple was a tabernacle for 90 years before it was ready to be transformed into a temple...how like us!"
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