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.