Rest in Peace, Meg

I’m left to hope that there is indeed a Mother of all, that she will leaven inconsolable grief with inconceivable grace. That she, who occupies existence outside of both time and space, has the goodness to judge us at our lives’ best reaches, instead of at their finish. I’m left to hope that this, our Mother, will divulge us her presence. And that through such nearness–both sustained and sustaining–we can feel that life is but a womb for all things, as we wait to be born. 

(Originally posted July 13, 2012)

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