Poem: When All That’s Left Is Love

from work of Hilma Af Clint

~ poem by Rabbi Allen S. Maller,
adjusted by David B. to be read at his sister’s memorial 

When I die 
If you need to weep
Cry for someone   
Walking the street beside you.

You can love me most by letting
Hands touch hands, and 
Souls touch souls.

You can love me most by
Sharing your love
And multiplying your acts of kindness.

You can love me most by
Letting me live in your eyes
And not on your mind.
And when you say prayers for me
Remember… 

Love doesn’t die
People do.
So when all that’s left of me is love
Give me away.




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