Without the Clay Between

My Love…
Each night before sleeping I pray: May we always be together; strong in the face of challenge with tenderness that never becomes calloused. May we never lose our innocence and play as young lovers no matter how many years go past.

From the 19th Century poem “Silent Love” by Frances S. Osgood

moss rose!! imagesCA4VY9V1Let our love be still;
a folded flower,
A pure, moss
rose-bud blushing
to be seen,
Hoarding its balm
and beauty
for that hour
When souls
may meet without
the clay between.