Final Gift

And after all, perhaps the final
gift is tenderness.
The faith to love on the
edge of broken parts.
Faith...when all we have is
no clear end,
only the ache of uncertainty.
And still we
reach
towards the jagged edge that's
sure to cut and we bleed
our touch in a tender
offering of
hope,
despair, and maybe something
more we can't name,
but know in silent
moments.
Perhaps the final gift is not
blood...but our
ability to
bleed and bleed
some
more when all we wish for is
dried away and still we
bleed more.
Perhaps the final gift is
this- these blood soaked
tears...when it's all we have to

offer

~

 

For all those who have loved, and continue to love through the pain of loss and the anguish of continuing in the face of only more to come. To love is to honor who we are - our true self that knows that loss is a brief illusion and a moment spent together a glimpse into eternity. This is for you.

 

Peace,

Eric