Holding & Letting Go by Malcolm Guite
We have a call to live
and oh, a common call to die.
I watched you and my father go
to bid a friend goodbye.
I watched you hold my father’s hand.
How could it not be so?
The gentleness of holding on
helps in the letting go.
For when we feel our frailty,
how can we not respond
and reach to hold another’s hand
and feel the common bond?
For then we touch the heights above
and every depth below.
We touch the very quick of love,
holding and letting go.