Comfort - Monday Photo of the Week

I love this corner of our living room. An old secretary. New couch. Down filled pillows. A very old piece of pottery. Dried lavender - a touch of Santa Fe. Comforts of home. Comfort to the soul.

Comfort

  SPEAK low to me, my Saviour, low and sweet
From out the hallelujahs, sweet and low
Lest I should fear and fall, and miss Thee so
Who art not missed by any that entreat.
Speak to mo as to Mary at thy feet !
And if no precious gums my hands bestow,
Let my tears drop like amber while I go
In reach of thy divinest voice complete
In humanest affection -- thus, in sooth,
To lose the sense of losing. As a child,
Whose song-bird seeks the wood for evermore
Is sung to in its stead by mother's mouth
Till, sinking on her breast, love-reconciled,
He sleeps the faster that he wept before.

Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Note: The needlepoint pillow was made by my mother when I was about 2 or 3. It's over half a century old. Wool needlepoint, fine cotton velvet. Every time I look at it, I see her hands.