Eternal Tapestry
I wrote this after you were born. I think of the tapestry of love we all are weaving every time I visit your grave. Theirs is an eternal tapestry…a story with many beginnings and no endings. Heaven came to sit with us. She floated softly like butterfly kisses and nestled deep in our hearts. Her wings wrapped around her sister as she guided her descent. The silent falling of glittering snowflakes and heartbroken tears while heaven and love quietly filled the room. I’m always amazed by just how expansive love is. That it always grows to hold more with greater ease. The more I love the more I am able to love. Love is strong and fierce and soft and gentle. It’s light enough to fill a room and strong enough to carry grief. Two little granddaughters who fill my heart and soul with so much love I thought it would burst. But of course it didn’t. No, my heart and soul fill and expand as love grows and grows. I feel vulnerable and brave. Love makes me fierce and strong and helps me carry grief. These girls that I love so much, help me love everyone a little deeper and stronger and with a little more grace.
