Beloveds- I love this poem, and I read it as a conversation between a dying friend and one she’s leaving behind.
In the end, we’ll admit this is all we ever wanted. I want us all to be able to say: “I did.”
And did you get what
you wanted from this life, even so?
And what did you want?
To call myself beloved, to feel myself
beloved on the earth.
This year has very much been about finding the voices I want to listen to. Those who can verbalize what I am feeling and tell me I am not alone. Glennon is just one person that makes my scared (non religious) Sunday’s so special to me.