Monday, October 3, 2011

Morning Wood Monday...

Oh Monday mornings, how do I love thee, let me count the ways 

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height my soul can reach, when feeling out of sight for the ends of being and ideal grace.

I love thee to the level of every day's most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.

I love thee freely, as men strive for right.
I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use I my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
  I love thee with a love I seemed to lose with my lost saints.

I love thee with the breath, smiles, tears, of all my life; 
 and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.
 slightly modified from original poem by Elizabeth Barrett Browning 

1 comment:

  1. Who doesn't like to wake to morning wood? But it's better when someone is there to take over!!!