I want to leave you a gift from my heart,
a grateful squeeze for stretching my seeing,
for speaking sometimes into my shy places and nudging my voice
out further into the open,
for saying my name in a way where I could hear your smiles
across the miles
and for nodding warm to my "know what I mean?"
That's not nothing in this great, wide, noisy world;
it's golden and I'm grateful true.
Often I will think of you
and wish you bright eyes, ripe fruit, fresh wings
and uncluttered days of brave forward going,
even if it's slow,
I'll be wishing you
company that doesn't strain you,
adventure that doesn't drain you,
dreams that don't drive you,
a faith that doesn't fault you,
and a forever kind of freedom that doesn't fail you.
And when I stand beneath the stars shining also over you,
I'll be wishing you the soothing lull of rippling water
the sleepy sweetness of a back porch swing,
and a hefty sort of peace,
for the weathering of every whatever.
Love to each one of you
as along we go.
May we carry the togethering inside:)
"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,
let it go."