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XLIII. “How Do I Love Thee?”

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of every day’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right.
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, — I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! — and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

-Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806-1861)


Too Much, Too Young, Too Fast

What is death?

How can we make it less painful when it happens to people we hold so dear in our hearts?

How can I make my closest people less hurted when the ordeal falls on them?

I want to understand because I know none of us can avoid it. But, God, I am scared, I am worried, that I can never understand for I am at loss for words trying my best to comfort my best friend for her loss, that myself will not have the strength to get through it when my turn to lose comes.

But will it be better for me to hope that I will be the only one to feel such deep sadness and not my loved ones, or selfishly, secretly hoping that I will depart before my loved ones only because I cannot stand the thought of losing them first?

God, I do not know.

God, please protect her always in Your embrace.

God, please let Ical rest in peace, and make them love each other eternally in another life.