Monday, May 21, 2012

The Clean, Harsh Beauty Found Out of Doors

Dear Mary,

I am a farmer and a lover of nature.  It is my salvation.  I spend my days, alone mostly, rapt in the clean, harsh beauty found out of doors.  I could never describe the swelling I feel in my soul.. the things I hear in the wind... or feel in the soil ... but you can.  

You articulate so perfectly the great mystery.  Your words are a salve.  You comfort me and bring to me the very breath of what I love and fear. You find the beauty in the dark and difficult and in the light that surrounds it.  

The first poem I read was Wild Geese and so began the journey.

Thank you, Mary.  I am so blessed to have found your words.  

Patty Gentry

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