[Photo courtesy of HNE]
My dear little one,
how I would’ve loved to hold your tiny hand,
feel your breath on my cheek,
your heart beating against mine,
as you lay sleeping on my chest.
But it was not meant to be.
Words escape me now.
I travel in a hinterland,
bordered by numbness, grief, and pain.
Little butterfly, with wings of fire,
you helped me in your sweet, innocent way,
but I couldn’t keep hold
of your formless hand.
in the deep part of my heart
where my lake
opens to become the Endless Ocean.
We will meet again in the land beyond time.
* * * * *
Even heart-breaking experiences have great value. Indeed, these experiences shape who we are in very profound ways.
If your heart has been broken recently, you have my sympathy; I am with you in the place where the fragments are still sharp. Time will dull the edges, replacing the intensity of the pain with wisdom and depth.
I’d love to hear your thoughts. Please share a comment.
Yours in the One Heart,
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