Monday, March 03, 2014

On holding the hand of the dying ..

Here, now, we enter in the narrow strait,
Where wide seas falter. Here no words prevail
Against the great pulsations of this birth.
And yet it matters not if our words fail.

Speech sinks to silence, love flows forth as tears.
In this soft, holy moment we are still.
Struggling yet unafraid, cornered at last
By the relentless mercy of ‘until’.

Through this tight channel, forth from love to Love
We cannot steer, he voyages on alone.
We cannot follow yet. We wait. We pray.
For, short or long, this voyage shall bring him home.

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