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Gratefulness
Between waves, under the moon’s light, after the passing of your smile into memory when the last silence falls and your voice is no longer heard over the shadows of the earth, when even the rain has stopped and my memory and my words and my arms and my hands that held you have fallen away with the tide of time, retreating forever into the beckoning everlasting dark; when everything we know has gone, when my heart has stopped and yours no longer calls to mine through the distance of our time together – others will live in this life and this love and this light, that we have set in motion, so that underneath that far off, yet to arrive and sheltering darkness, underneath the deep and almost touchable nearness of all things, underneath the breath of our words joining together for this privileged time of times, they will see in the distant pinprick stars the returning light of the dawn we made together, as we live in the light and the love of those who came before us, and who helped us to see and celebrate and recognize ourselves and who brought us here and whose light we now pass on, so that even at the end of time, even in what looks like silence, even in the quietest sense of disappearance, even in the far distance of times beyond our present understanding, we will be remembered in the way others still live, and still live on, in our love.
From The Bell and the Blackbird (Many Rivers Press, 2018). Posted by kind permission of Many Rivers Press.
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