Unconditional, subliminal Holding space within the liminal Seeping into cracks Healing wounds we just can’t see at all Accepting what is seen For good or ill, better or worse Cheering on our dreams There for chapter, page and verse Presence ever constant Fades into the scenery of life It’s only when they’re gone We feel the chasm running rife When there’s no one left to hold us With love unbounded and unearned Do we feel the gift bestowed In all they’ve taught and all we’ve learned The shroud of grief weighs heavy Blanketing our hearts Equal only to the weight of love Shared to end right from the start The ache is ever present The only thing that we can do Is carry on as best we can Sharing love, from me to you
I’ve been thinking a lot lately about the mortality of those we love the deepest. Such love is without doubt a blessing, but can also be the source of our deepest pain. Yet if given the choice, I don’t think there are many people who would actively choose a life without love. This quote from a wise bear sums it up for me:
How lucky I am
that makes saying
so hardWinnie the Pooh
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