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Wife

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johnredbear

I have seen gold pour through broken clouds and morning sky blush like a maiden caught at her bath
I have walked emerald carpet upon the cathedral floor beneath the deepest vault of blue and found my sleep among the ferns as my fathers danced among the stars
I have seen water as a rainbow leaping rocks like deer in flight and watched the struggle of the new come fawn to stand erect to reach the mothers breast
My spirit has swept the valleys and hills through cedar perfume and cooling mist
In my heart of hearts I have traveled to the ends of the ends of my mother the Earth
But there is no beauty as that of my wife no valley as refreshing as the small of her back nor hills more enticeing than those of her form
at rest
the sweetness of her breath as tea berry and the morning woods drenched in dew
lily of the valley is behind her ear hidden by raven wing hair to be sought by the one knowing the place of it
found only in exalted breath of love
she is at once freind and companion faithful traveller on my path, lover and bringer of the arrows to my bow, such are my sons
she is the purpose of me and I am forever hers, a reflection of the Earth is she
she weaves with the skills of sister spider and always making is in her hand
she does not rest from caring for our young ones and our elders are blessed by the comming of her to our lodge
who is this that has chosen me for husband who is this that honours me by outstretched hands and secret words of love
In this thing I marvel and in this thing I am lifted above my fellows in this I am made full and am made man
My face is set as flint before Winter wind my arms are bound by a thousand labors and my heart made iron by the toil of my path
until I look upon her for she sees as the falcon sees from afar and sharp and clear and only she can see the heart of me
This then is the one I am honoured to call wife
and my spirit soars

In honour of Rochelle


In our time we have been together many years. She 16 and I 17. We have eight children and have lived much. We have sent one child before us to the place of our fathers and always we remember her and always we smile and always there are tears. Molly was three and taken by fever. No matter what the trial of us we have stayed strong one with the other and are truely as any are able, one spirit and like one flesh. She knows all the places of my heart both light and dark and I know her as well. When the time comes to pass over my only regret will be having to await her, but Molly will sit upon my knee and together we will bring her across the river to our home in the stars.

My words written above took for me a week to write and to polish in English. My daughter was of great help. I wrote these words because I have been thinking of her very much day and night. I know that I will go on before her and perhaps any moment since I have become ill. These words I have written on paper and are for her when the time comes. My daughter will see to that. My daughter has come to stay with us now that the teaching is done for the time of Summer. She is helping my wife and being a companion for her. My wife worries far too much about things that have yet to be. I am not so. But I understand that is her way and she finds much comfort in the presence of our girl.


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