Sunday, March 23, 2008

Shadows & Chivalry

23 March 2008, 6:23 PM

A wound remains.
Innumerable small kindnesses
press it. They cannot help but do so.
The wound is deep and long and wide,
had grown callous to insult and to injury.
Gentility rubs it raw again,
the opening of a door,
the offering of a hand, not of necessity,
nor of superiority or subservience,
but of respect and dignity
and cherishing of femininity overlooked
ignored or beaten down for so long.

The wound remains,
finds solace in your kind—
Fruit has kept such faith with Tree,
has loved me more than faithfully.
Forgive if I respond with tears and often see
my Shadows in your tenderness and chivalry.

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George MacDonald

"Home is ever so far away in the palm of your hand, and how to get there it is of no use to tell you. But you will get there; you must get there; you have to get there. Everybody who is not at home, has to go home."

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