A wise lady

shared this poem with us. It was mounted on a small piece of wood and given as a gift on our first Christmas.

But let there be spaces in your togetherness, And let winds of the heavens dance between you. Love one another but make not a bond of love: Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.

Fill each other's cup but drink not from one cup. Give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loaf.

Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone,

Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music.

I would like her to know that reminding myself that we are lute strings has helped me immensely in this journey called marriage.