Longing is the hardest thing to give up.
—Jim Tipton, “What is This Place I Have Come To?”
Some days can’t end soon enough,
when the heart, so full of love,
breaks and breaks again—
for beauty, for loss.
And the eyes can’t cry
another damn tear
but they do anyway,
I would rather not
cry anymore, but God,
thank you for letting me
be one of the ones
who can’t help but weep,
whose house is built
too close to the water.
What a gift to feel this horrible ache
like a lantern, golden
and soft, guiding us
deeper and deeper
into our humanness,
leading us closer
to each other, even
though we have never felt
farther away,
and though the stars
are out and at last,
thank god, it is night,
we have never
been more awake.
Wow, so deep and meaningful. Love, Ann
I sent this to a friend who is suffering – she replied, this makes me weep with recognition. Thank you Rosemerry for putting words to these difficult times in our lives. xoxoxox
thank you, friend. as my dear friend Jude said to me when I told her my heart was breaking, she said, “breaking open, not down.”