The Journey
Above the mountains
the geese turn into
the light again
painting their
black silhouettes
on an open sky.
Sometimes everything
has to be
enscribed across
the heavens
so you can find
the one line
already written
inside you.
Sometimes it takes
a great sky
to find that
first, bright
and indescribable
wedge of freedom
in your own heart.
Sometimes with
the bones of the black
sticks left when the fire
has gone out
someone has written
something new
in the ashes
of your life.
You are not leaving
you are arriving.
David Whyte, The House of Belonging
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…beautiful. Thankyou for sharing 🙂
Just love the message in this posting the poem by David Whyte…thanks ever so much for sharing it…it is a good reminder that what we see as a great loss may be really just a new chapter in our life.
Wow – Kleenex anyone?
Your timing is always impeccable for “me” – as you continue to “write something new in the ashes of my life…”
deeply moved ~ Christine
Welcome, bookbird! I love your site; thank you for your practice!
slpmartin, I like the way he drops us into the ashes from the vast sky. It always catches me unawares no matter how often I read this poem.
Christine, we impeccable souls need to hang together!
Exquisite…ditto what Christine said.
Thank you.
XOXO
-Leslie