just an apprentice

the Word became flesh and dwelt among us...

Thursday, December 15, 2005

Mary Ann Evans

Oh the comfort, the inexpressible comfort of feeling
safe with a person; having neither to weigh thoughts
nor measure words, but to pour them all out, just as
they are, chaff and grain together, knowing that a
faithful hand will take and sift them, keep what is
worth keeping, and then, with the breath of kindness,
blow the rest away.
George Eliot