A poem by David Whyte,
from the book "Songs for Coming Home"
That day I saw beneath dark clouds
the passing of light over the water
and I heard the voice of the world speak out.
I knew then as I had before
life is no passing memory of what has been,
nor the remaining pages in a great book waiting
to be read.
It is the opening of eyes long closed.
It is the vision of far off things
seen for the silence they hold.
It is the heart after years
of secret conversing
speaking out loud in the clear air.
It is Moses in the desert
falling to his knees before the lit bush.
It is the man throwing away his shoes
as if to enter heaven
and finding himself astonished,
opened at last,
fallen in love with solid ground.
6 thoughts on “The Opening of Eyes”
One of my all time favorites!
Seems appropriate right now! At least I am hoping some eyes are opening!
Amy, a fascinating poem. I keep reading it. Thank you1 Love you, Libby
I love this poem and this poet. I am hoping some eyes are being opened right now with all this going on around us!
Seeing beneath what is in front of us brings light, hope, and peace. Yesterday I was at a graveside service. Because of the speakers words I was able to see love, hope, gratefulness and the beauty of loved ones together.
That’s amazing to be able to see that in such a moment of sadness. Hope it was a lovely tribute to Judy.