time precious

Tis a fearful thing

to love what death can touch.

 

A fearful thing to

love, to hope, to dream, to be–

to be,

And oh, to lose.

A thing for fools, this,

And a holy thing,

a holy thing

to love.

 

For your life has lived in me,

your laugh once lifted me.

your word was as a gift to me.

To remember this brings painful joy.

 

Tis a human thing, love,

a holy thing, to love what death has touched.

by     Judah Halevi

 

Smitty is a gift.  It was these last fourteen months where we realized

how precious it is.

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