A reminder today from our favorite 17th century Puritan poetess, Anne Bradstreet.
I was thinking of Mrs. Bradstreet the other day, when I found this poem she wrote about the aftermath of her house burning down in 1666…a few powerful verses about what it feels like to lose everything except faith:
"And when I could no longer look,
I blest His grace that gave and took,
That laid my goods now in the dust,
Yea, so it was, and so 'twas just."
A toast to new beginnings, and to graceful endings.
To spring!
Heart,
LG
