“The Leaving”
Both were on planes flying east
gone from our sight
yet not from our hearts
The leaving left a prick at the back of my throat
tears too weary to shed waited for acceptance
This is the cruel evidence I manufacture
to try to tell myself separation is real
Forgetting that we are One in Him
that Love is all we are
scattered to the four corners
SO we will remember
that home in the Wholeness of our truth
is the only place
we want to be
The tears come
I have remembered
I am home here, too
“Parting is such sweet sorrow” …. I too have this fear – and tears – of goodbyes. It is the love we feel that makes the sorrow so great. We cannot have one without the other. If those we love never went away, we would never feel that joy when they return. It is a tender balance. I feel your pain. But “Tout passe”. (And like the pedant I am, I have now removed the acute accent from that “e” 3 times and dared it to return ….)
Tout passe indeed! A pain shared is love shared. Thank you for sharing it with me. xoxo