The Sending

There comes a moment when love becomes blessing. The blessing opens the hand. Two figures stand where earth enters light, their shadows still remembering the soil that formed them. Silence ripens into permission. The path unfolds. Each step carries the breath of the one who first taught us to remain. To send another is to trust that love continues writing beyond the reach of our hands. The horizon receives them. The light receives them. And the same breath that gathered them now carries them forward.