Feast on your Life
- sarah
- Aug 21, 2023
- 1 min read
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 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.
— Derek Walcott
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O frail and glorious creature
whoever you are,
Cherish this truth:
There are hints of glory in your being
Seeds of splendor
Traces of holiness...
Walk gently, then, with your frailty
Allow it to bless you.
It will not cripple you
unless you run from it.
Embrace it instead...
You fragile, noble being
Little-Great-One...
There are whispers of greatness
in the frail envelope of your being...
O frail and glorious creature...
Your frailty and your glory
Your littleness and your greatness
yearn to come home in your heart.
The heavens have heard
Whispers of your splendor
And God still weeps at your birth.
-- Macrina Wiederkehr, A Tree Full of Angels: Seeing the Holy in the Ordinary
