“The beginning of love is the will to let those we love be perfectly themselves, the resolution not to twist them to fit our own image. If in loving them we do not love what they are, but only their potential likeness to ourselves, then we do not love them: we only love the reflection of ourselves we find in them”
― Thomas Merton, No Man Is an Island

All that I know is partial or incomplete.  Yet, when I look at you I see the world with such perfect clarity.

Is time my enemy?

Or a comforting friend?

Showing me the way forward

Remembering the way back.

Memories of you enfold into my heart

As I realize the gift of time to bear.

The pain of missing you receeds-

For time is not my enemy

But an old familiar friend……….