Tuesday, June 23, 2015

Like Father

All I can do is sit on the couch and cry,
knowing others carry the stronger claim.
Your grief pulls mine into the open, and I’m grateful.
Grateful for generosity enough to share pain
with us all, however derivative our connection.
I need permission to feel. Wittingly or unwittingly,
you give it when you give yourself.
You’re so like your father.

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George MacDonald

"Home is ever so far away in the palm of your hand, and how to get there it is of no use to tell you. But you will get there; you must get there; you have to get there. Everybody who is not at home, has to go home."

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