To Love Life

Credit: jclk8888 | Morguefile.com

Credit: jclk8888 | Morguefile.com

The thing is
to love life, to love it even
when you have no stomach for it,
and everything you’ve held dear
crumbles like burnt paper in your hands,
your throat filled with the silt of it…
Then you hold life like a face
between your palms, a plain face,
no charming smile, no violet eyes,
and you say, yes, I will take you
I will love you again.

                                            —               Ellen Bass

9 thoughts on “To Love Life

  1. sarahsbookreflections

    How can you not love life when there are people in the world who can write like Ellen Bass? Or just watch the squirrel who sits on our deck wall figuring out what mischief he can get into next? He’s one fearless squirrel. And then there’s the elderly Italian woman who not only survived last night’s earthquake in Italy that destroyed her town, Amatrice, but still had her fingernail polish gleaming on her fingers. The walls and ceiling of her bedroom collapsed all around her, leaving her unscathed. Life has it’s hard spots, but there still too much to savor. Good post Marion. Sarah

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  2. KatieBug

    Marion, thank you so much for sharing this poem and image. They both offer hope.
    Just read Ann Voskamp’s post for today (actually a guest post on her blog). It is by Ruth Everhart and is titled Ruined: A Memoir. It asks the question: Can you ever be un-ruined?
    Gratefully,
    Katie

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  3. nancyboflood

    Thank you for sharing these words, this simple powerful poem, a reminder that this is my challenge, to continue to love, to be alive, to this day, even during the dark times, the questions, doubts, and the struggles. And then I see the dew on the grass, the brave song of a meadowlark, the immensity of the night sky. Thank you, Marion.

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