Twice Blessed by David Whyte

Coming home with some trepidation and then the real coming home ~

So that I
and looked
into the waters,
seeing not only
my reflected face
but the great sky
that framed
my lonely figure
and after
a moment
I lifted my hands
and then my eyes
and I allowed myself
to be astonished
by the great
calling to me
like an old,
and invisible
and unspoken
made new
in the sun
and the spring,
and the cloud
and the light,
like something
in one moment
both calling to me
and radiating
from where I stood,
as if I could
I had been given
and everything ever
taken from me,
as if I could be
I have ever
and everything
I could ever know,
as if
I knew
both the way
I had come
and, secretly,
the way
I was still
promised to go,
brought together,
like this, with the
yielding light
and the symmetry
of the moving sky,
caught in still waters.
Someone I have been,
and someone,
I am just
about to become,
something I am
and will be forever,
the sheer generosity
of being loved
through loving:
the miracle reflection
of a twice blessed life.


Twice Blessed
© David Whyte
From “Work in Progress”

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