A Blessing

''It is far better to have loved and lost it; than to have never loved at all. If we can't be vulnerable to the allow the feeling we can't have the experience at all. If the wind blows you have to stand in its midst to know it. Grief is a part of life that whispers death into the heart that is our dark night and it fractures bones in the daylight of memory. All I can remember now are the dried leaves that were left jammed beneath the screen door when she left. It was much later that I discovered she wasn't the only one that knew how to kiss my dreams to make them real. There is more than one diamond to be found in the diamond mine. a poet friend RH Peat © 2013

A nice poem. One who has given his/her best, need not worry. Instead of giving one's best, when things start getting bad, death becomes a better option, although death is absolutely in God's domain.