I am a collector of words

Words feed me, free me, comfort, uplift and heal me. I've been saving my favorites in books, handwritten over the years and thought that perhaps in sharing them, not only am I preserving them for myself, but perhaps others may also find healing in them as I have.

Wednesday, December 1, 2010

Loving Completely

UNFED

We feed
one another in rations,
Serve affection measured to
...
The minimum daily requirement,

The very acceptable least--
While
love bursts the walls

Of our larder,

Wondering, amazed,
Why we are afraid
To feast.

Carol Lynn Pearson

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