April 4: Poetry- Wendell Berry The Blue Robe

I was at a a meeting yesterday and someone was speaking about how poetry captures mystery and that mystery is sacred. Some might call mystery God.  Other things can capture mystery as well nature, friendship, yoga, sports, other things too of course.

And then he read this poem...a poem that captures love so beautifully! A poem that I wish for myself and for my old age and for my partnership.  And, though my robe isn't blue I already see the way that our river is being made together!

I'll get a reference as soon as I can find one!

The Blue Robe
By Wendell Berry


How joyful to be together, alone
as when we first were joined
in our little house by the river
long ago, except that now we know


each other, as we did not then;
and now instead of two stories fumbling
to meet, we belong to one story
that the two, joining, made. And now


we touch each other with the tenderness
of mortals, who know themselves:
how joyful to feel the heart quake


at the sight of a grandmother,
old friend in the morning light,
beautiful in her blue robe!