The poem
At Blackwater Pond the tossed waters have settled after a night of rain. I dip my cupped hands. I drink a long time. It tastes like stone, leaves, fire. It falls cold into my body, waking the bones. I hear them deep inside me, whispering oh what is that beautiful thing that just happened?
Mary has described thoughts and feelings so well, I feel like they're mine. Thank you, thank you, thank you. Jill
As a long time Justice of Peace I perform weddings; many, many weddings. And I always include one or more love or wedding poems in a ceremony, Following the ceromony I give copies of the poems and special readings I use to the new bride. Lyell Thompson