I was so sad to hear of
Madeline L'Engle's passing. I enjoyed her YA lit, especially A Wrinkle in Time (of course). I was not aware, however of her other writings, namely her Sonnets. A woman on a Lovelace List noted this and I loved it - so I thought I'd share. It seemed especially poignant to me as I was thinking about a fellow ward member who lost her husband this past December. They so liked each other, and I know she misses him deeply. I also thought of Jim and Trudy and how much they enjoyed each other's company. It was also poignant to me as I was thinking about how much I miss Bruce now that he is so busy with his new calling. Last night we finally got to catch up on all the mundane things in our lives. And I thought, those are the kinds of things I will miss if Bruce were to pass. It just gave me a
little taste of what it might be like.
Sonnet 1Your place is empty, empty in the nightWhen I reach out with hand or foot to touchYour living flesh, the warmth that offers suchAn affirmation, oh, it is not rightThe bed is empty, made for two, not one.The reflex does not die, to touch, to reach,To find. I think it will be never done,And I am glad of that. It seems that eachOf us find our own answers in this grief.I know you have been here. You have been here.The empty place is full of deep reliefBecause it still is yours and still is dear.But oh! That my dear love were in my bedAnd my life flesh to your live flesh still wed.-Madeline L'Engle