A frigid winter’s night

What does believe mean?
Believe —
It means truth, without seeing,
Knowledge without touching.
What do you believe?
I believe in love.
Love?
Well, you can’t see love.
I can.
A small hand reaches out to touch my face.
It is right here.

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4 Responses to A frigid winter’s night

  1. Eileen says:

    Great peg!!!!

  2. So nice to see that you are blogging again – hope all is well with you and your family. Are you going to be participating in FFwD again…looking forward to reading your (always) so wonderfully written posts!
    Take care and enjoy your weekend!

    • Ah, thanks so much for the warm welcome back. I hope to be doing some cooking, but I don’t know how much I’ll be following along in FFwD. I have been doing lots of bread baking, and even have done a few recipes from Dorie, but I haven’t been on a schedule, as you can see! Thanks, and hope to be here more often again.

  3. jyourist says:

    Well, there is nothing greater than this, is there?

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