Today I walked about the neighborhood over 8 miles. Up and down across the rolling autumn farm fields with trees brightly lit in God’s borrowed glory. Wondering at His creativity; letting the peripherals of my existence blow off my limbs while I sink my roots into God’s soil. Preparing now for leaving for England's sabbatical tomorrow. Surrounded by the glory of His life within me and around me, I have enjoyed meditating on this poem from Derek Walcott, Time After Time:
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.
2 comments:
Rest hard on your sabbatical!
Paul Barnes
I think I just read my new favorite poem. Thanks for your faithful posts.
Laura Macias
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