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I am obsessed with this poem now

Tis a Fearful Thing

‘Tis a fearful thing
to love what death can touch.

A fearful thing
to love, to hope, to dream, to be –

to be,
And oh, to lose.

A thing for fools, this,

And a holy thing,

a holy thing
to love.

For your life has lived in me,
your laugh once lifted me,
your word was gift to me.

To remember this brings painful joy.

‘Tis a human thing, love,
a holy thing, to love
what death has touched.
Judah Halevi

I guess I should say when I went to the memorial for my coworkers daughter a couple weeks back the Rev. read this poem. Of course being a memorial service he did several readings. I had to hunt this down, which actually wasn’t difficult just the person next to me said it was from psalms so I searched that first. Anyway finally found it, apparently it’s an old Jewish poem, or should I say written by a Jewish dude in the 1100’s but there seems to be some debate about its origins either way it kinda hits home if you ever lost someone.