Let this goodbye of ours, This last goodbye, Be still and splendid Like a forest tree... Let there be one grand look Within our eyes, Built of the wonderment Of the past months, Too vast a thing of beauty to be lost, In quivering lips And burning floods of tears.
At least Jim hadn't seen the quivering lips or the tears. After we shook hands, (clapsed hands would be more accurate), he stood there while i walked down the platform, almost the whole length of the train, to the car where my seat was. i waved to him in the distance as i boarded. -Passion and purity. Elizabeth Elliot.
How timely. =) Lord, wont You take your place on the throne of my heart once again? I love You.
