Wood & Earth

Proverb

An unreachable well is no use to anybody.

Poem

The thick oaks grow on the mountain
Elm trees cling to the marshes.
Without my husband in sight
My heart is without joy.
Why is it, how is it
That he has forgotten me?

The plums bloom on the mountain
Pear trees spring on the marshes.
Without my husband in sight
My heart cries with grief.
Why is it, how is it
That he has forgotten me?

Meditation

Are you longing for the unachievable? 
Is it perhaps time to wake up 
and realize things have changed 
and you should move on?

©Loes Raaphorst 10/2005