Sacrifice has two root words: "sacra", sacred, and "facere", to make or do. So literally, to sacrifice is to make something sacred. And I think you describe that journey beautifully, because it's a process. You sacrificed every time you honored and trusted HER path, even when it wasn't your preferred path for her. That's sacrifice in its purest form, I think.
I was amazed when I read this because I, too, had the experience of the Binding of Isaac popping into my head. For me it was as I approached the altar for communion, thinking—as I always was then—about my daughter. The result of the ensuing thoughts was a year-long effort to produce a poem to express the pain and liberation of releasing her.
Oh my! Thank you for sharing this. Did you finish the poem?
"to express the pain and liberation of releasing her" This is profound, and it is the work the SMP is about. Our love remains, yet our heart breaks open. The weight of the world is lifted off our shoulders, and an exquisite melancholy replaces it. That's how it feels to me anyway. I'm keenly interested in your poem, if you're inclined to share. If it's just for you, I get that too.
I’d be happy to share it. I haven’t yet posted it on my Substack but I probably will soon. I have other poems posted that document my journey through this.
Sacrifice has two root words: "sacra", sacred, and "facere", to make or do. So literally, to sacrifice is to make something sacred. And I think you describe that journey beautifully, because it's a process. You sacrificed every time you honored and trusted HER path, even when it wasn't your preferred path for her. That's sacrifice in its purest form, I think.
This moved me to tears. And I didn't know the etymology of sacrifice. I'm grateful to know.
I was amazed when I read this because I, too, had the experience of the Binding of Isaac popping into my head. For me it was as I approached the altar for communion, thinking—as I always was then—about my daughter. The result of the ensuing thoughts was a year-long effort to produce a poem to express the pain and liberation of releasing her.
Oh my! Thank you for sharing this. Did you finish the poem?
"to express the pain and liberation of releasing her" This is profound, and it is the work the SMP is about. Our love remains, yet our heart breaks open. The weight of the world is lifted off our shoulders, and an exquisite melancholy replaces it. That's how it feels to me anyway. I'm keenly interested in your poem, if you're inclined to share. If it's just for you, I get that too.
I’d be happy to share it. I haven’t yet posted it on my Substack but I probably will soon. I have other poems posted that document my journey through this.
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