Lawrence Hall
Dispatches for the Colonial Office
LogoSophia
Magazine – A Pilgrim's Journal of Life, Literature and Love
I Hadn’t Realized How Young We Are
Instructions for living a life:
Pay attention.
Be astonished.
Tell about it.
-Mary Oliver,
"Sometimes"
I hadn’t
realized how young we are
As through
this field we stroll, your hand in mine
But love
has seen us safely through this far
With hearts
in time with each other, with eyes that shine
We were
young once, and how wonderful to be
Still
young in the promises we made
And in our
long togetherness thus free
To love as
one in this moonlit summer glade
As through
this field we stroll, beneath the evening star
I realize
how wonderfully young we are