October 20, 2011

Picture Garden - Pray

Dearest one, when I am dead
Never seek to follow me.
Never mount the quiet hill
Where the copper leaves are still,
As my heart is, on the tree
Standing at my narrow bed.
Only of your tenderness,
Pray a little prayer at night.
Say: "I have forgiven now-
I, so weak and sad; O Thou,
Wreathed in thunder, robed in light,
Surely Thou wilt do no less."
Dorothy Parker


  1. Lovely photo and lovelier lines! I am a Dorothy Parker fan :) Have you read her stories?

  2. I must confess that I haven't read anything by her (yet) ... though I put "The Portable Dorothy Parker" on my wishlist after you mentioned her in a previous comment! :-)