Meditations
Tis a fearful thing
to love what death can touch.A fearful thing
to love, to hope, to dream, to be –to be,
And oh, to lose.A thing for fools, this,
And a holy thing,
a holy thing
to love.For your life has lived in me,
your laugh once lifted me,
your word was gift to me.To remember this brings painful joy.
Tis a human thing, love,
a holy thing, to love
what death has touched.
Poem by Yehuda HaLevi (adapted)
(Jewish poet and thinker of the Middle Ages)
The rays of light filtered through
The sentinels of trees this morning.
I sat in the garden and contemplated.
The serenity and beauty
Of my feelings and surroundings
Completely captivated me.
I thought of you.
I discovered you tucked away
In the shadows of the trees.
Then, rediscovered you
In the smiles of the flowers
As the sun penetrated their petals
In the rhythm of the leaves
Falling in the garden
In the freedom of the birds
As they fly searching as you do.
I’m very happy to have found you,
Now you will never leave me
For I will always find you in the beauty of life.
Finding You in Beauty
– Walter Rinder