All that we let in

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There are many moments in my days when I am struck numb by the thought of the loss that is to come in my life. I still have three of my grandparents, both of my parents, my sibling, my spouse and all of my children. I have watched people lose. Their parents, their children, their spouses. And it cuts to the bone EVERY SINGLE TIME. And there is fear. Because I have so much. Because I have so much, I have so much to lose.

And then this. These words. This truth. This knowledge, deep in my gut that if it were not for the possibility of losing, none of it would mean anything.

All that we let in – indigo girls

Dust in our eyes our own boots kicked up
Heartsick we nursed along the way we picked up
You may not see it when it’s sticking to your skin
But we’re better off for all that we let in

Lost friends and loved ones much too young
So much promises and work left undone
When all that guards us is a single centerline
And the brutal crossing over when it’s time

Oooooooo
(I don’t know where it all begins)
Oooooooo
(And I don’t know where it all will end)
Oooooooo
(We’re better off for all that we let in)

One day those toughies will be withered up and bent
The father son the holy warriors and the president
With glory days of put up dukes for all the world to see
Beaten into submission in the name of the free

We’re in an evolution I have heard it said
Everyone’s so busy now but do we move ahead
The planets hurting and atoms splitting
And a sweater for your love you sit there knitting

Oooooooo
(I don’t know where it all begins)
Oooooooo
(And I don’t know where it all will end)
Oooooooo
(We’re better off for all that we let in)

See those crosses on the side of the road
Tied with ribbons in the median
They make me grateful I can go this far
Lay me down and never wake me up again

Kat writes a poem and she sticks it on my truck
We don’t believe in war and we don’t believe in luck
The birds were calling to her what were they saying
As the gate blew open the tops of the trees were swaying

I’ve passed the cemetery walk my dog down there
I read the names in stone and say a silent prayer
When I get home you’re cooking supper on the stove
And the greatest gift of life is to know love

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One response »

  1. i luv the indigo girls! thanks for reminding me that loss has is own purpose and once through it we often find ourselves loving those we are with even more than we thought possible.

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