With Open Hands

Lee Herrman leeherrman.com

Lee Herrman    leeherrman.com

We hold
all those we love
with open hands knowing
they are not ours to keep
only ours to host
as guests

Love kills
what it clutches
a finch dies in clenched fist
crushed by the owner’s fear
with it the melody
of the dawn

Love loses
what it neglects
a blossom on an unkempt tree
falls before it becomes fruit
with it the honey
of the dusk

We hold
all those we love
with open hands knowing
they are not ours to keep
only ours to host
as guests

“To live in this world you must be able to do three things:
to love what is mortal; to hold it against your bones knowing
your own life depends on it; and, when the time comes
to let it go, to let it go.” ~ Mary Oliver

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About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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4 Responses to With Open Hands

  1. Really enjoyed reading this :) great write!

    Like

  2. Maureen says:

    Love these words…

    Liked by 1 person

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