To Have Without Holding

 This is beautiful, and reminds me of something that William Blake wrote, "He that binds to himself a joy, Does the winged life destroy. But he who kisses joy as it flies, lives in eternity's sunrise"

 Thank you for your beautiful Blake poem. The experience of caring for a husband whose disease made him so helpless was surprisingly fulfilling. The continuously expanding  love that demanded nothing for myself was the strongest love I've ever felt, even beyond my love for my children. It helped me learn so much about the real meaning of true love.

 I hear you Marilyn!  Today my husband was ill (migraine and flu symptoms) in a way, in our 30 years of marriage, I'd never seen.  I connected with him in presence, comfort and peace to ease his pain.  Love goes the extra mile.