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

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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

having something

that makes saying

goodbye

so hard

Winnie the Pooh

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