“The lightest touch”
Good poetry begins with
the lightest touch,
a breeze arriving from nowhere,
a whispered healing arrival,
a word in your ear,
a settling into things,
then, like a hand in the dark,
it arrests the whole body,
steeling you for revelation.
In the silence that follows
a great line,
you can feel Lazarus,
deep inside
even the laziest, most deathly afraid
part of you,
lift up his hands and walk toward the light.
By David Whyte
– from EVERYTHING IS WAITING FOR YOU and RIVER FLOW
@ https://www.davidwhyte.com/poetry-2
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Awesome poem and the last stanza “lift up his hands and walk toward the light.” was so true to itself. Surrender and move in Him. Lovely picture too, Amira.
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Thank you dear Kamal! So true spiritual inspiration can bring forth beautiful poetry 🙂 ❤
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Yes absolutely true, Amira and that is what spiritual inspiration is all about. Welcome so much dear.
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