Deep in December
… Our Hearts Do Remember
My mother died earlier this month.
I miss her in a million ways. Grief is my companion. And so is joy.
For Those Who Have Died
‘Tis a fearful thing
To love
What death can touch.
To love, to hope, to dream,
And oh, to lose.
A thing for fools, this,
Love,
But a holy thing.
To love what death can touch.
For your life has lived in me;
Your laugh once lifted me;
Your word was a gift to me.
To remember this brings painful joy.
‘Tis a human thing, love,
A holy thing,
To love
What death can touch.
By Judah Halevi or Emanuel of Rome
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