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The Letter

 

The Letter (From Oldham at Carrington)

Thou art more fair and lovely than any day I've seen, more beautiful and radiant than any sunrise, or any sunset seen anywhere. Explain to me the ocean's many moods - the endless sweeping of the shore, its thunderous crashing on the rocks at Idleberry, and the serenity when the wind fills the sails - then I can interpet my soul's dreams of you.

 

 

Paint Me a Picture A Child Needs to Know A Choice to Make A Mother's Day Poem A Mother's Presence A Special Season Another Year Dream Number 4 Each Day Contains Your Name East of Jobson For Her Majesty Queen Ann of Trowbridge Near Glouchester Foreshadowing God's House Grant Me The Honor In Harbor January Later . . . Tonight Mon Vive Avec Tu Open Window Padre Island Peace Port to Port Rain Rain Again Rarity Rising Sun Spring Trilogy The Knight (Return to the Court) The Landgar Mountains The Letter (From Oldham at Carrington) The Mirror That My Father Made The Next School Year The Two Faces of Rain The Voice in the Forest This Holiday Season When I Think of You Winter's Day Year's Before You, the Rain and Me



 

Gone, like the noble Careltons at Entwissle, is my hope of knowing the pleasure of one day's journey with you. Nor will I feel the gaiety of the laughter from your heart while the sun warms the body, mind and spirit. The excitement and anticipation of that glorious-filled morn has not waned, but I know I have settled into the sort of friendship that never needs explaining; never doubts or is bitter; but floats through the years and continues even in absence. Know this, I find a corner of peace every day. It is my desire that you not go looking for peace, but rather peace finds you.