held by what is true

when my time
draws its final breath,

what i most hope they know

is how deeply i have loved
and been loved.

by hands,

by trees,

by a gaze that meets mine in silence,

by the earth
and her quiet rituals.

and by the one,
whatever name it wears,

who entrusted me
with this sacred life.

this…

this is being held

by what is true.