The One Who is Rightfully Yours (Redux)

The TrueLove
by David Whyte
There is a faith in loving fiercely
the one who is rightfully yours,
especially if you have
waited years and especially
if part of you never believed
you could deserve this
loved and beckoning hand
held out to you this way.
I am thinking of faith now
and the testaments of loneliness
and what we feel we are
worthy of in this world.
drowning tree
Years ago in the Hebrides
I remember an old man
who walked every morning
on the grey stones
to the shore of the baying seals,
who would press his hat
to his chest in the blustering
salt wind and say his prayer
to the turbulent Jesus
hidden in the water,
Island storm
and I think of the story
of the storm and everyone
waking and seeing
the distant
yet familiar figure
far across the water
calling to them,
and how we are all
preparing for that
abrupt waking,
and that calling,
and that moment
we have to say yes,
except it will
not come so grandly,
so Biblically,
but more subtly
and intimately in the face
of the one you know
you have to love,
Blue Wave
so that when we finally step out of the boat
toward them, we find
everything holds
us, and confirms
our courage, and if you wanted
to drown you could,
but you don’t
natur bilde fra geir arne.jpg-for-web-LARGEbecause finally
after all the struggle
and all the years,
you don’t want to any more,
you’ve simply had enough
of drowning
hands, flowers, (...and eyes)and you want to live and you
want to love and you will
walk across any territory
and any darkness,
however fluid and however
free souls 
to take the
one hand you know
belongs in yours.

'House of Belonging'
by David Whyte
“Love is a sacred reserve of energy; it is like the blood of spiritual evolution”
 Teilhard de Chardin quote

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Last photo Free Souls from Flickr creative commons


  1. I didn't do Hailu this week. I'll scroll down after this comment and look at your offering. This is a beautiful writing. It reminded me of accepting the inevitability of death, not that that's a bad thing at all, but just facing it and knowing it's your time. You see, I have this vision that I will be out in a canoe on the Great Lake Superior. No paddles, nothing but myself, floating, drifting. It's cold out there, and the water is cold. When my time comes, I roll over into the deep. Hypothermia is a peacful way to go. This may sound macabre, but it's not like I'm going to do it tomorrow.
    Anyway, great stuff here as usual. I wish I had the time to just come over and read and converse over what you post, over tea, or coffee. Just sayin'.


  2. I love this! Powerful!!! Thank you, Noelle! Hugs.

  3. As you do so well, this is a lovely combination of word and photo. Such a beautiful poem of trusting love, of yielding to it. I like the analogy with the storm and the disciples' faith in the One who could keep them from drowning... "you’ve simply had enough of drowning"

  4. Oh, I am glad it resonated with you ButterflyRoaming. I always think that Light, the Good Word and Beautiful images are so healing. If I use some of my blog in my thesis and I may, your comment is a real confirmation of what I already believe to be so. Thank you dear.


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