LOVE AFTER LOVE
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 yourself.
Give wine. Give bread.
Give back to 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.
-- Derek Walcott
A BLESSING FOR BROKEN TRUST
TRUST….is one of the most beautiful things in the world, and it's amazing how we never notice how we use it so naturally until it's either lost or broken, or abused. And when Trust is broken, it's very hard to build it again -- but it can be built. And sometimes the mistake is if your Trust is betrayed, the mistake is to hang on to the regret of it….and to become bitter. In that way, YOU are completely defeated. Because only those who become bitter are truly defeated.
So this is a Blessing for broken Trust:
Sometimes there is an invisible Raven that will fly low to pierce the shell of Trust, when it has been brought near to ground. When he strikes, he breaks the Faith of years that had built quietly through the seasons in the rhythm of tried and tested experience. With one strike the shelter is down and the black yolk of Truth turned False would poison the garden of Memory.
Now the heart's dream turns to Requiem, offering itself a poultice of tears to cleanse from loss what cannot be lost. Through all the raw and awkward days, Dignity will hold the heart to Grace, lest it squander it's dream on a ghost.
Often, torn ground is ideal for seed that can root disappointment deep enough to yield a harvest that cannot whither, a deeper Light to anoint the eyes, Passion that opens wings in the heart, a subtle radiance of countenance, the Soul ready for it's True Other.
--Father John O'Donohue