I've been (and still am) with a dear friend, her family, and her band of angel friends for the past few days. It's not my story to tell, other than this: I've seen us - fragile, strong, imperfect humanity - at our most real and best.
Here is a poem that means a lot to me.
By Mary Oliver
In Blackwater Woods, excerpt
To live in this world
you must be able
to do three things:
to love what is mortal;
to hold it
against your bones knowing
your own life depends on it;
and, when the time comes to let it go,
to let it go.
8 comments:
I read this poem to the circle last night and called your name into the circle. It was lovely.
Very lovely, I lift you in prayer today.
Amy, thank you!
Love Mary Oliver's poetry. Thanks!
Good thoughts are being sent your way.
Steph-
You and your friend are in my thoughts and prayers.
Bless you for being that kind of friend ...
That is a lovely poem. You'll be in my thoughts and prayers.
very appropriate!
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