Seldom Simple
Is it true? That the only
happy men are wounded men?
This thought rose while multi-tasking
(scrambling eggs for my daughter
and listening to Roger Whittaker).
Yes. I believe that is true. But while
tempting to qualify the wounds –
as in only those received in love’s service –
such poetic filters can be thorny
for love is seldom simple.
There is more to breakfast than breakfast.
Likewise for our last farewells.
The last line — I felt like my heart stopped. Still trying to understand my response — maybe even have a response — to the death of a family member with whom I had a very troubled love/rage relationship to. “Seldom simple” indeed. Thanks for this.
far away from your land of endless sunshine,to my land full of rainy skies and gales
I read the last four lines and can’t help but think, ‘What experience of this wounded and happy man inspired those words?”
The world according to John
got me to a Lutheran church because your thoughts are startlingly visceral to my spirit
Just wanted to tell you so.
“love is seldom simple.” So well said. (and the banner of horses? wow.)
Roger Whittaker.
And all of the sudden I’m back in a farm kitchen, standing by the fire, and my father is standing there by the sink in his old Levi’s humming along.
And love is seldom simple.
Thank you, John.