My husband has dementia and though he is still functional in many ways, who he was has flown into the still air. Everyday a practice in lifting him up and letting go, again. As I witness and provide holding, I am painfully aware how intimately his evolution is inked to our evolution, to my evolution.
Your words are a balm, a prayer, a reminder that I am not alone. Thank you
I have a deep current loss on top of an older related loss and this is speaking so profoundly to me.
and in the still air
where words
cannot reach
and where I found
you before
you have become
the white dove now,
and the one
I must lift
in the air
and let go.
My husband has dementia and though he is still functional in many ways, who he was has flown into the still air. Everyday a practice in lifting him up and letting go, again. As I witness and provide holding, I am painfully aware how intimately his evolution is inked to our evolution, to my evolution.
Your words are a balm, a prayer, a reminder that I am not alone. Thank you
the one
I must lift
in the air
and let go.
yes!
A magnificent poem David. I needed this a couple of years ago, but I might send it to ‘the person’ anyway.
So beautiful, very moving. Thank you David!
This resonates at the same soulful depth as your poem ‘Blessing For Unrequited Love’. A humbling of the self for the greater good.
Lovely
This poem is new to me and very powerful