Tuesday, June 10, 2008


There's just no accounting for happiness,
or the way it turns up like a prodigal
who comes back to the dust at your feet
having squandered a fortune far away.

And how can you not forgive?
You make a feast in honor of what
was lost, and take from its place the finest
garment, which you saved for an occasion
you could not imagine, and you weep night and day
to know that you were not abandoned,
that happiness saved its most extreme form for you alone.
--Jane Kenyon

Excerpt taken from Jennifer Weiner's short story collection, The Guy Not Taken, which I'm enjoying tremendously at the moment

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