Poem of the month


Oh, the comfort, the inexpressible

Comfort of feeling safe with a person,

Having neither to weight thoughts,

Nor measure words–but pouring them

All right out–just as they are

Chaff and grain together,

Certain that a faithful hand will

Take and sift them,

Keep what is worth keeping,

And with the breath of kindness

Blow the rest away.

George Eliot (English novelist)