All my life I have chased wholeness. For years it was with a man, a husband, a partner. No, perhaps with a place, a purpose, a child. No, ok with the Divine, the Mystery. Ok now I can say yes even to my buddy Jeez (Jesus) as I feel his guidance ever more active with our daily kaffeeklatsch as he drinks expresso with me and we review the day. Yes, despite years of intent, focus, prayers and words, I swear to you it is only in the last days that i was truly willing to consider that it is mySelf I have been seeking. Not something or someone external that needs to fill an emptiness, bury my unworthiness, assure me I am loved. It is only a taste of the sweet nectar of belonging yet that inner fullness is enough to keep me glued to willingness. To have words read with the mind finally land in the heart, ah, dear friends…
Each passing moment, this touchstone poem become more alive
“Love after Love”
BY DEREK WALCOTT
The time will come
when, with elation,
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror,
and each will smile at the other’s welcome,
and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you
all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,
the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.