Nine

Remember when she was small?

You rocked her to sleep in the quiet heavy dark

You stayed there longer, lingering

Later, you wrote to remind yourself: I sit in these moments. Do my best to, anyway.

Remember

Sit in these moments

Even as they speed up and splinter off and spill over

I can’t keep them

But I can stay there a little while

Linger

And taste know (sigh) every ounce — every ounce! — of love

Remember.

Each time it feels eternal, essential: singular

Because it is

And it isn’t 

And that is the good

that is God.

Remember

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