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Thursday 27 August 2020

The Heart

At the end, in those last hours, I place my hand on your heart... willing it to stop, encouraging it to ‘go home’. It was the most painful thing I ever did and still haunts me with grief.


Your heart wrapped mine,

Gesling it, protecting it,

Teaching me new layers of love

And new depths to being loved.

Now I must learn 

To keep the seed you have placed in my heart,

To allow it to die, resurrect and grow.

New shoots of life will emerge 

from my heart, nourished by yours.

One day, a blossoming will come 

and I will place the seed of love to be treasured 

into the hearts of those I leave behind.

I receive the gift from you 

and commit to passing it on.

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