Final Gift

[Ericc]

Final Gift

And after all, perhaps the final
gift is tenderness.
The faith to love on the
edge of broken parts.
Faith...when all we have is
no clear end,
only the ache of uncertainty.
And still we
reach
towards the jagged edge that's
sure to cut and we bleed
our touch in a tender
offering of
hope,
despair, and maybe something
more we can't name,
but know in silent
moments.
Perhaps the final gift is not
blood...but our
ability to
bleed and bleed
some
more when all we wish for is
dried away and still we
bleed more.
Perhaps the final gift is
this, these blood
soaked tears....when it's all we
have to offer

[Maithri]

Beautiful and very moving,

With Love, Maithri

[Ron Atchison]

And after all, perhaps the final
gift is tenderness.
The faith to love on the
edge of broken parts.
Faith...when all we have is
no clear end,
only the ache of uncertainty.
And still we
reach
towards the jagged edge that's
sure to cut and we bleed
our touch in a tender
offering of
hope...

It's easy for me to tell when I really like a poem because I'll finish reading it and I'll find myself saying something out loud... like 'wow' or 'whoa' or something to that effect... very similar to the feeling I get when I see a beautiful sunrise or maybe even a beautiful woman..... anyway Ericc... this is my roundabout way of telling you how much I enjoyed your poem..... it's beautiful.... and I enjoyed it thoroughly.

(welcome back fellow traveller!

~ Ron

[Liebestraum]

Welcome back on the Peak, dear Eric! You were missed.


The "Final gift" is deeply touching. Tenderness indeed flows abundantly in these words of love you share.

Loving you,
Margherita

[Hollyberry]

Oh, Eric, it is so good to have you back!! You have been missed.
This is so beautiful, so tender, so raw. I love it.
Your words always put my days in perspective. There is so much more to life then just the day to day. There is so much beauty and pain in living and you know this well.

Thank you dear soul for sharing your wisdom.

Love to you,

Holly