Grief is the price we pay for love.
The Serenity Prayer
St Francis of Assisi
God grant us the serenity to accept the things we cannot change,
The courage to change the things we can,
And the wisdom to know the difference.
Looking at the lovely picture of Rosina taken at the botanical gardens just a few weeks ago on the Tributes page, I thought of Shakespeare’s Sonnet 18,
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his complexion dimmed:
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature’s changing course, untrimmed
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest.
Nor shall Death brag that thou wander’st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest;
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.