And did you get what
you wanted from this life, even so?
And what did you want?
To call myself beloved, to feel myself
beloved on the earth.
That’s what it all comes down to in the end; all the trouble, all the attempts of trying to make things work – that I do not feel myself “beloved on the earth”. And that I don’t know how to change that. It may not be true. But it is what I feel. For me, to read this poem is astounding – that someone could be so assured of having been loved. I’m amazed someone could say this. And I can’t imagine what that kind of assurance would feel like. What a difference it would make. My faith gives me a place of unconditional love. But this love can’t touch, can’t hold, not in the way a human being can. I have been told that the love of God should be enough. I don’t believe in a God who would say that. God knows we need each other.