Friday, August 7, 2015

death my love

Death my love, keep close
with your arms open and ready. 
Yours is the softest, most comforting and capable embrace, 
and i’m raging. 
Whisper to me your lullaby; 
that you’ll catch me like a tide 
of all the love i have ever known, 
and carry me home. 
Reassure me that there is nothing more graceful 
than throwing myself open,  
saying make me whole. I am yours, 
take me in, make us one, I give in.
i give out.
I release. 
Remind me there is nothing more perfect. 
Death my love, 
in this you give me the strength to risk, 
and to love, 
to feel so deeply and forgive so freely, 
and be open to this world in rawness and vulnerability. 
No matter how much I hurt, 
how hot I burn, 
or how sudden my fall, 
I know that when my life ends, 
you’ll hold your arms steady,
and catch me.