all those years ago;
could the moonless night have seemed any darker?
derailed with a mysterious debilitating disease,
navigating another sleepless night.
wondering how i had fallen from the sweet wave of life
to find myself alone, again.
while the rest of the world seemed nestled in a family of dreams,
when i needed it most; i stumbled on a blog.
somewhere in a small cottage on the shores of england
she was there; writing her heart out.
when i arrived
she was gently opening the thin veil between
the seen and unseen worlds,
long past the fight for life
i found her on a path of light and grace.
her words were tender, yet they rang out with an
intensity and clarity of love.
her time on earth was coming to a close.
all that was left; to love fiercely the very essence of life.
the way light entered and fell through her window in a dance of shadows,
the sound of morning, the closeness of stars.
each cherishing lite the night on fire.
i savored her savoring.
her honest vulnerability transformed and illuminated.
as she embraced the ultimate mystery
i found courage in embracing mine.
witnessing her truth,
her tender love and affection for life,
i returned to mine.
her gift to me was the sustenance of honest reflection,
the affirmation to love fiercely; in spite of everything.
to embrace the very edge of that great letting go.
courage, willingness, grace, acceptance
and the song of doves in
the far away morning.