It doesn't matter what thorns we carry
or how we squirm to avoid their pain.
We unfold as long as we love,
pried into blossoms.
My love for you has outlasted my notions
of love, the way a redwood, allowed to stand
after many storms, grows from the inside,
forcing its bark to drop away.
(from Reduced to Joy by Mark Nepo)
When we love all the way through the losing, we find that something false drops away
and we are given the simple patience it takes to heal.
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