thread.

he wished that you would see the light I've become, if for a moment,

before you go.

that you, with all your influence, for better and for worse, are part and piece of the

shimmering.

in dark and weighted earth, crushed and driven into a depth within a depth,

this sun so bright has emerged despite of it and, only because of it.

this paradox of what we give by taking; what we grow by neglect or misuse;

that onlyness of diamond arrives in no other way but by darkness.

we are only recovered by our mining.

it is the kindest prayer i've heard.

and it is the thing I hold to the most.

As you empty from this life, I stand away from your steps. Your path is your own and I am not

meant to interfere.

but, dear and feared father, know this...my light burns bright and true and I am proof of the legacy of miracles. I am the difference a choice makes. I sit in my heart and grieve the loss of you, the never knowing you, the pain of you. I sit in my heart and grieve the loss of you, the love of you.

I stand on the summit of the climbing and sing to you and my ancestors; I choose life. I choose love. I choose joy.

This is the new inheritance.