Tepid

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I know what my heart is like
      Since your love died:
It is like a hollow ledge
Holding a little pool
      Left there by the tide,
      A little tepid pool,
Drying inward from the edge.
~Edna St. Vincent Millay “Ebb”
My mother was a few years younger than I am now when my father left her for another woman.  For months my mother withered, crying until there were no more tears left, drying inward from her edges.
It took ten years, but he came back like an overdue high tide.   She was sure her love had died but her tepid pool refilled, the water cool to the touch, yet overflowing with unimaginable grace and forgiveness.
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2 thoughts on “Tepid

  1. “Neither be cynical about love, for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment it is perennial as the grass.” (Max Ehrmann in “Desiderata”) Great hearts, I think, never stop loving.

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  2. Oh Emily, that is beautiful. Both in the way you shared it, and in the truth of the grace and forgiveness shown.
    Thanks for sharing this.

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