Saturday, July 24, 2010
Watering the Garden
Over time she came to understand that sorrow is not something that heals... it must leave the body in the form of tears or it will build up until it drowns the heart. So she promised herself that she would find the prettiest flower in her garden and sit beside it while she wept. That way her sorrow would water her joy and there would be a bright purpose to it after all.
Labels:Fiction: the dream
poetry: Songs of Joy,
Poetry: Songs of Sorrow
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