Yet, love, mere love, is beautiful indeed
And worthy of acceptation. Fire is bright,
Let temple burn, or flax. An equal light
Leaps in the flame from cedar-plank or weed.
And love is fire. And when i say at need
I love thee...mark!...I love thee - in thy sight
I stand transfigured, glorified aright,
With conscience of the new rays that proceed
Out of my face toward thine. There's nothing low
In love, when love the lowest; meanest creatures
Who love God, God accepts while loving so.
And what I feel, across the inferior features
Of what I am, doth flash itself, and show
How that great work of Love enhances Nature's.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
I have been thinking about my son a lot lately. I dreamt about him when he was a little boy for two nights in a row. I am thinking about him as a little boy as if he is sitting next to me and staring at me with his big brown eyes curiously just like when I used to read a story book to him all the time. His giggling and laughing when we played with his toys together echoed through the room and still fresh in my mind until now. I remembered just like it was happenning last hight when I hugged him many nights in bed as he was afraid to go to sleep a lone in his room.
Now I am thinking;
what is he doing?
Is he with his friends?
Oh, how I miss him!
I tried very hard to take him a way from my mind. Then I remembered the vintage china that I started to collect during a recovery from surgeries and 2 months hospitalized about 8 years a go. My sudden instinct told me that I need to do something fun with it immediately.
The color and the pattern of these china are beautiful. And there is something enchanting about aged china that I just could not resist on collecting them. I am hoping that one day I would pass them down to my daughter in-law and hope that she will appreciate these vintage china as much as I do.
The poem above copied from a small book that I have been owning for quite sometime. It is called "The Illustrated Poets - Elizabeth Barrett Browning".
In my humble opinion; being sentimental, sensitive and vulnerable can be beautiful as portrayed in this story post. I do hope you will enjoy this post!
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