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
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.
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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