Love is not all: it is not meat nor drink
Nor slumber nor a roof against the rain;
Nor yet a floating spar to men that sink
And rise and sink and rise and sink again;
Love can not fill the thickened lung with breath,
Nor clean the blood, nor set the fractured bone;
Yet many a man is making friends with death
Even as I speak, for lack of love alone.
It well may be that in a difficult hour,
Pinned down by pain and moaning for release,
Or nagged by want past resolution’s power,
I might be driven to sell your love for peace,
Or trade the memory of this night for food.
It well may be. I do not think I would.
:(
Posted by: Chris | August 01, 2015 at 05:12 AM
A favorite poem of mine. Sending sympathy.
Posted by: Mary Lou | August 01, 2015 at 05:16 AM
Sorrow and sympathy.
((and hugs))
Posted by: melanie | August 01, 2015 at 09:38 AM
xo
Posted by: Cheryl S. | August 01, 2015 at 12:20 PM
I too send sympathy.
Posted by: Gale | August 01, 2015 at 08:21 PM
❤️
Posted by: Stacey | August 03, 2015 at 08:14 PM
So sorry for your loss. Sending you big hugs xx
Posted by: mrspao | August 04, 2015 at 01:01 AM
Hugs. I'm so sorry.
Posted by: Angie | August 14, 2015 at 09:57 AM
Love you :(
Posted by: Sheri | August 24, 2015 at 12:29 PM