Each day with beloved is so very precious.
The sharing of years of days ...
to touch, to see, to hear.
To share presence, joy, laughter, tears, hope and sorrow.
Years of days ... together in time.
And, beloveds do not die.
Beloveds change form as does life in the garden ...
emerging, maturing, blossoming,
fading, withering, resting
at season's end in time.
The blossom of beloved love
continues within us, dear one, quietly emerging ...
in soul to our soul, hope in our hope, faith in our faith
that life, like love, never dies.
Life's presence in loving merely takes on new form.
© 2009, Marilyn R Lane
