Posted by Fiddler on Tuesday, January 7, 2020
With all of the news that friends both in real life and here on FHO are facing difficult life challenges, cancer or death of a loved one, I am reminded of this poem, Otherwise, by Jane Kenyon.
I got out of bed on two strong legs. It might have been otherwise. I ate cereal, sweet milk, ripe, flawless peach. It might have been otherwise. I took the dog uphill to the birch wood. All morning I did the work I love. At noon I lay down with my mate. It might have been otherwise. We ate dinner together at a table with silver candlesticks. It might have been otherwise. I slept in a bed in a room with paintings on the walls, and planned another day just like this day. But one day, I know, it will be otherwise.
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