Like the Water
by Wendell Berry
Like the water
of a deep stream,
love is always too much.
We did not make it.
Though we drink till we burst,
we cannot have it all,
or want it all.
In its abundance
it survives our thirst.
In the evening we come down to the shore
to drink our fill,
and sleep,
while it flows
through the regions of the dark.
It does not hold us,
except we keep returning to its rich waters
thirsty.
We enter,
willing to die,
into the commonwealth of its joy.
BEAUTIFUL!!!! it’s so heartwarming, loved the pic too 🙂
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You’re very kind, thank you. 🙂
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Buona giornata 🙂
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Buon giorno, bella. 🙂
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Really beautiful….Thanks for sharing this poem with us. ❤
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Thank you for being you. ❤
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Ve hala öylesin. 😊
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very beautiful
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Thanks Beth 🙂
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Thank you for your like my dear
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Love 💕
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