I give my life
again and again and again.
It unfolds before me, the Way.
As if the One I love
opens the corners of an envelope and lets me peek
at the wonder of this becoming.
It's always a shock, the seeing.
I can never quite believe that this is it.
This is all.
And it's too much and it's not enough.
I'm never quite enough for the task, for the vision, for the road
ahead.
But that's just me, that's ego, that's fear.
For God, all is as it should be.
That's all that counts, finally.
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We never want to let go of them, those we love. How could it be any different than that? We loved them, hold them still ...
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