Sunday, October 28, 2012

how long is long enough ?

Perhaps the deepest sense of anguish for those of us who bear the loss of a child is the feeling that their lives were cut short.  We can list the many things they will not get to do, be, or share.  And worse, we can list the many ways and times we will miss them for the rest of our own lives. It can take on the strength of a litany of sorrows.  

But, what if we consider that there are ways in which their lives were enough? . . . were in some way whole, despite the length ?

It takes time to even allow such considerations to enter a broken heart . . . but even a glimpse is a start.


his life was enough

his life was enough
          enough to endlessly flood our hearts with memories
          enough to imprint our souls with his tenderness
          enough that his laughter echoes in our ears
                   and his smile lights up our eyes

his life was enough
          enough to litter the world with friends
                    who treasure his part in who they are
          enough to hear his whispers of encouragement and
                   feel his delight in our joy

his life was enough
his life is enough

entwined with ours
          in wholeness, not days

pure gift

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