To an Isle in the Water
Shy one, shy one
Shy one of my heart,
She moves in the firelight
Pensively apart.
She carries in the dishes,
And lays them in a row.
To an isle in the water
With her I would go.
She carries in the candles,
And lights the curtained room,
Shy in the doorway
And shy in the gloom.
And shy as a rabbit,
Helpful and shy.
To an isle in the water
With her I would fly.
William Butler Yeats
This reminds me of the new Testament. Mary and Martha, Martha did so much but felt overlooked. Also my dad was shy, yet his quiet loving presence will always be missed!
Hi Jackie,
I’m so glad this lovely poem sparked a memory of your father and
I love your reference to Mary and Martha — that’s so wise and
insightful! Wishing you and Steve a peaceful and joyous holiday
season and a magical 2017!
Write on,
Karin
________________________________