God bless you, Jacob take my hand and lead me out beneath the sky and if you cry I'll understand—it's hard it's hard to watch me die God bless you, Jacob take my hand the day is done and I am weak and if you cry I'll understand—it's hard it's hard to hear me speak God bless you, Jacob set me down and do not mourn too long for me and if I cry you'll understand—it's hard it's hard to feel so free
I was hoping that feeling of empathy came through, Angie. I think the poem tries to make the point death is a process not only for the dying. Thank you
It did. The empathetic beings among us are often focused on others’s feelings, despite experiencing our own suffering/mortality. It’s a beautiful thing, to my thinking.
after being offline for a while, I am always soothed when reading something from you. Thank you once again for the way you beautifully place a phrase …. 💖
This is really wonderful. The repetition of “if you cry I’ll understand” brings tears to my eyes. It brings my father’s death (10 years ago) but to this moment. Thank you Paul.
Take me. I’ll go willingly. Free to soar holding hands. When time permits expire at the parking spot and no more coins are left, better to move if you can, cause meter maid nearby is making rounds and hate to pay the ticket fee for shopping and that last glass of wine dining with you was well worth waiting right to last drop. L’chime.
Hugs Paul. Yes grief is a process, a journey we wouldn't choose but we all face in our time here, but what touches me most in this poem is that Gary is your twin. Love this poem
"part of my process is to write". Indeed. Your words have touched many, soothed so many, empathized with many. It's your turn Paul to experience the balm you have given so many others. Gary left on his own terms. You did all you could. You held his hand and let him go. That is a gift in my eyes Paul that you gave Gary.
Beautiful, Paul! Love the empathy that comes from the one dying here. Well done.
I was hoping that feeling of empathy came through, Angie. I think the poem tries to make the point death is a process not only for the dying. Thank you
It did. The empathetic beings among us are often focused on others’s feelings, despite experiencing our own suffering/mortality. It’s a beautiful thing, to my thinking.
after being offline for a while, I am always soothed when reading something from you. Thank you once again for the way you beautifully place a phrase …. 💖
Thank you, Pamela, and welcome back!
This is really wonderful. The repetition of “if you cry I’ll understand” brings tears to my eyes. It brings my father’s death (10 years ago) but to this moment. Thank you Paul.
Thank you, Teyani
I do believe some fine day I’ll remember this, and that day too I’ll be glad I did. Lovely. Thank you, Paul.
Thank you, Roy
So beautiful!
Thank you, Mary
My big brother’s name is Jacob. He is the best man alive on earth today.
He checks up on me on Wednesdays.
Touching.
Thank you, Harun
Wonderful.
Thanks, Ron
Beautiful poem of letting go for the one left behind. ox
Thank you, Deborah
Beautiful
Thank you, Troy
So beautiful and touching, Paul.
Thanks, Monica
One of the most beautiful and poignant poems I've ever read.. 🙏❤
Thank you, Finding Grace
Powerful and yet wise words Jacob will understand better one day 💙
Thank you, Diane
I have saved this one Paul and I shall read it many times. Thank you ❤
Thank you, April, that is so kind of you
Take me. I’ll go willingly. Free to soar holding hands. When time permits expire at the parking spot and no more coins are left, better to move if you can, cause meter maid nearby is making rounds and hate to pay the ticket fee for shopping and that last glass of wine dining with you was well worth waiting right to last drop. L’chime.
Thank you, Richard
"and if you cry
I'll understand—it's hard
it's hard
to watch me die"
Hugs Paul. Yes grief is a process, a journey we wouldn't choose but we all face in our time here, but what touches me most in this poem is that Gary is your twin. Love this poem
Thank you, Sharon. I appreciate your kind words during this difficult time. I guess part of my process is to write.
"part of my process is to write". Indeed. Your words have touched many, soothed so many, empathized with many. It's your turn Paul to experience the balm you have given so many others. Gary left on his own terms. You did all you could. You held his hand and let him go. That is a gift in my eyes Paul that you gave Gary.
Thank you, Sharon.