Saturday, March 24, 2012

-a dove named Katrin died (Leni baptized her after her death. Shortly before her funeral.)

-and then we said a poem:

Love that is hoarded, moulds at last
until we know some day
the only thing we ever have
is what we give away.

And kindness that is never used
... but hidden all alone
will slowly harden till it is
as hard as any stone.

It is the things we always hold
that we will lose some day;
the only things we ever keep
are what we give away.

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