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Will become richer, not diminished,
As they are lifted into the safe keeping of trusted friends who are hope for me
When I cannot find my own voice.
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As they are held in tenderness by those who gather around
And stand with me as windbreaks against the storms that I fear will consume me;Â
Those who can be my Remembering,
Of life that was,Â
Long before the Day of Loss.
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Does not have to be evicted
For you to find healing.
Grief and hope can cohabit your home.
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Where fear and remorse and what-could-have-been hide,
So you can know that loss will not consume you.