But my Love. . .

by Thomas Davis for Ethel

But my love is also like the quietness of the earth,
like the wind passing by from the north to the south,
like words wonderful with knowledge,
telling of the measurements of justice and truth.
Her spirit is like a threshing instrument
that can harvest even the wild waters of the sea.

8 Comments

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8 responses to “But my Love. . .

  1. ***** FIVE STARS ***** !!!!! 🙂

  2. What great lines! I especially love that her spirit “can harvest even the wild waters of the sea.” Amazing!!!

  3. Caddo Veil

    WOW–I can’t think of anything more intelligent to say, and my words would pale in comparison, anyway.

  4. Powerful poetry!!
    Amazingly written…. 🙂

    Cheers,
    sakshivashist.wordpress.com

  5. belladonna23

    very beautiful. I hope she knows this.

  6. Julie Catherine

    Beautiful, and so romantic 🙂

  7. Anna Mark

    Thomas — this image is beautiful — harvesting the wild waters of the sea. I will always remember that phrase. I shall never forget it.

  8. This has all the qualities for the best elements of the King James Old Testament.

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