Life. . .A Mystery

Life is a gift in itself
A gift which should be cherished
In the heart
For it is in life that
We experienced everything.


It is in life that we experience
Love and to be love
To experience joy and happiness.
And to see beauty in the uncertainties of life


We may never fathom everything
In life, we may not be
Able to unveil the mysteries that comes
With it, we may have questions that
Cannot be answered. . .


But that is what it's supposed to be . . .
. . . a mystery.

Love In The Open Hand

Not in a silver casket cool with pearls,
Or rich with red corundum or with blue,
Locked, and the key withheld, as other girls
Have given their loves, I give my love to you;


Not in a lover's knot, not in a ring
Worked in such fashion, and the legend plain--
Semper Fidelis, where a secret spring
Kennels a drop of mischief in the brain:


Love in the open hand, nothing but that,
Ungemmed, unhidden, wishing not to hurt,
As one should bring you cowslips in a hat
Swung from the hand, or apples in her skirt,
I bring you, calling out as children do:
"Look what I have! -- and these are all for you."


- from the sonnets of Edna St. Vincent Millay -