BOND AND FREE
BY ROBERT FROST
Love has earth to which she clings With hills and circling arms about– Wall within wall to shut fear out. But Thought has need of no such things, For Thought has a pair of dauntless wings.
On snow and sand and turn, I see Where Love has left a printed trace With straining in the world’s embrace. And such is Love and glad to be But Thought has shaken his ankles free.
Thought cleaves the interstellar gloom And sits in Sirius’ disc all night, Till day makes him retrace his flight With smell of burning on every plume, Back past the sun to an earthly room.
His gains in heaven are what they are. Yet some say Love by being thrall And simply staying possesses all In several beauty that Thought fares far To find fused in another star.
Just thought I would share a poem on this snowy winter’s morning. We all need to take those moments where we slow down and savor, and tune out life’s irritations so we can appreciate the simpler things.
I have now taken the time to do that in my own life on a larger scale, but that is a story for another day.