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| Great Wass Island, Maine |
Dear Sarah,
Godsend,
that you were, that you are.
Grasp this truth as
you lift yourself out of the quagmire,
release yourself from those pesky tendrils
that try to draw you back.
Because of them you had to
wear strength like armor,
though, thankfully, you knew to let my love in.
You may feel vulnerable in your newness,
but you are so inwardly strong now.
All those moments we shared
as friends, lovers, parents
are woven together
with a warp of love, a weft of truth.
All those moments of healing
that you have experienced
in the years since I died
have the same warp and weft.
Relax and rise as you
soak in the warmth,
allow your being
to open all the way.
Relax and rise,
protected and supported
by that beautiful, growing
fabric of love and trust.
I love you, too.
You will always have that,
but there’s more.
Allow the Light of Love
to saturate and radiate
further in and further out.
Relax and rise, sweet Sarah,
relax and rise.
Godsend,
that you were, that you are.
Grasp this truth as
you lift yourself out of the quagmire,
release yourself from those pesky tendrils
that try to draw you back.
Because of them you had to
wear strength like armor,
though, thankfully, you knew to let my love in.
You may feel vulnerable in your newness,
but you are so inwardly strong now.
All those moments we shared
as friends, lovers, parents
are woven together
with a warp of love, a weft of truth.
All those moments of healing
that you have experienced
in the years since I died
have the same warp and weft.
Relax and rise as you
soak in the warmth,
allow your being
to open all the way.
Relax and rise,
protected and supported
by that beautiful, growing
fabric of love and trust.
I love you, too.
You will always have that,
but there’s more.
Allow the Light of Love
to saturate and radiate
further in and further out.
Relax and rise, sweet Sarah,
relax and rise.
With love,
Barry
Sarah Carlson
May 3, 2017
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