Happy are you who mourn
Jesus did not hide his tears, but he entered fully into being human
and wept.
Happy are you
and happy are we
when we are fully alive
When we fully feel
When we are fully present
and allow our hearts to break.
Happy are we to know and to love those who we will lose
to walk with them through their valley
knowing time is short
Those who are close to death have taught me how to truly live
to look at the birds
to feel the breeze
to say "how beautiful it is"
about anything.
Everything is beautiful when you're walking slowly toward the end.
and all you have is NOW.
The simplicity of a flower
The stroke of a paintbrush with a swirl of color
The softness of touch
Time no longer exists linearly.
There's no such thing as use
No such thing as selfish pleasures
Only an open heart
sharing with another heart.
A dying man I've loved whose mind is slipping away
has taught me not to take anything for granted
tomorrow truly isn't promised
and love isn't linear either
it's not about reciprocation
it's not about remembering stories we tell
it's not all guaranteed to be the same tomorrow
but it trusts and stays
it sees God in another's soul
and only wishes to be close.
He taught me how to love again
and how to lose when I know loss is the only fate
how to lose without ever "having" at all
how to grasp loosely with grace
and know that love isn't about having or keeping
it's much like the cool, beautiful breeze
though it cannot be seen, it is felt, if only for a fleeting moment
and just like that...
it will be gone.
So, remember to say out loud....
"How beautiful."
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