To love with passion and totality
But accept loss and death
Without closure or bitterness
To be willing to open to it all
Bear the unbearable
And still love
To be kind in the face of cruelty
And not drift into cynicism
Or the lure of righteousness
To hold it all, tenderly,
In the palm of your hand
Like a delicate bird
We have that choice
And it is a difficult one
The pull to closure is so strong
We are fragile creatures
Surrounded by loss
Our daily lives are lived
In an uncertainty
It is difficult to face
So we turn away, again and again,
But denial is no answer
To truth
The wise one
Holds uncertainty
And inevitability
As intimate companions
Yet identifies with neither
Choosing instead openness
And loving kindness
This is the choice
Either this
Or the agony of closure.
Image by CostyPhotos from Pixabay
Last night we listened to the retreat recording, Day 2 where I asked my question about this very subject. Amoda's words were to meet our daughter in the vast openness of the heart. This poem is a beautiful reminder of that as well. Thank you