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 of your life, whom you ignored for another, who knows you by heart. Take down the love letter's from the bookshelf, the photographs, the desperate notes, peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.
Dereck Walcott
Thoughts From One Woman on her Journey Through This Life
4 comments:
Wow! wonderful poem! Really got me thinking...
Thank you Anne - it makes me think also.
I thought you had written it and I was thinking that I wish I could write like that!!! lol
Beverly, wish I could write like that also. This has been in my file for years. Guess just waiting for me to post.
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