Chaplaincy

I hold you in a sacred container

I hold you in your honesty

I can hold you in this rage

And I already hold all the colors

Your child fingers left

On that page

I hold your unique beauty

And I hold each day

When you came to the ridge to pray

Your intention became mine to hold

Until your time to rest…

So now that you are old,

May I return

(one thousand fold)

All the peace that you have given

Now wrapped up in the warmth of this soft blanket

And the steam unfurled from hot, sweet tea

May you find again

The exquisite joy amongst each memory

You may have forgotten

(All of them will always rest

Deep inside with me)

Your life

Not a test

Still you gave so many answers

Like why we love

And why we come to search above

For this heaven

(And when it is your time

To stop receiving,

To stop breathing,

Know that what you have taken

Could never be mine

But was

your gift

And by eternity ever will be shapen.)

 

I love you.

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