Page 5 - A Celebration of the Life of Jenny Hawke v0.1

spanned the knowing of the day,

but yet it was such depth
of being loved by one who went before

and in the gift of living well

without the measurement of days
that secures her inheritance of hope.

And when she asked out loud

where the milestones had gone

and why the courage of being still
demanded all her time and will

to live beyond the limits of her fear
without the niceties of seeing well,

she saw the here and now and felt

again the pull and push of being known
and seen within the covenant

of one who calls and breathes

the deepening ineffability of hope.

And when she asked out loud

what days and nights will mean
beyond the reasoning of now,

her wisdom feeds on being loved,
and in the loving feel again

the gift of those who know

that in the here and now
and in the bloody who knows when,

the richness of the margaritas taste
of laughter and the chocolate surely sings

songs of sweet deliciousness of hope.