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