One dry leaf,
how it clings!
Curling in upon itself—
beckoning—
but I will turn away.
One cannot grasp at memories
and still be free
to cup the promise of a bud.
It takes both hands for that
and all of love.
From the September 1972 issue of The Christian Science Journal
One dry leaf,
how it clings!
Curling in upon itself—
beckoning—
but I will turn away.
One cannot grasp at memories
and still be free
to cup the promise of a bud.
It takes both hands for that
and all of love.