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Everything is Waiting for You
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by David Whyte
Sometimes
if you move carefully
through the forest,
breathing
like the ones
in the old stories,
who could cross
a shimmering bed of leaves
without a sound,
you come to a place
whose only task
is to trouble you
with tiny
but frightening requests,
conceived out of nowhere
but in this place
beginning to lead everywhere.
Requests to stop what
you
Sometimes: Poet and Philosopher David Whyte’s Stunning Meditation on Walking into the Questions of Our Becoming
The morning before he died in the final year of his seventies, he drafted a poem containing these lines:
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will happen. I’m [still] here writing it down
just the way it was. “You don’t have to
prove anything,” my mother said. “Just be ready
for what God sends.” I listened and put my hand
out in the sun again.
Maria Popova • Yes: William Stafford’s Poetic Calibration of Perspective
Read Psalm 33 (“Our soul waits for the Lord. . . . Our heart is glad in him”). Consider: What am I waiting for? How is my heart filled with gladness as I reflect on creation?
Kevin O'Brien • The Ignatian Adventure: Experiencing the Spiritual Exercises of St. Ignatius in Daily Life
ENOUGH Enough. These few words are enough. If not these words, this breath. If not this breath, this sitting here. This opening to the life we have refused again and again until now. Until now.
David Whyte • The Heart Aroused: Poetry and the Preservation of the Soul in Corporate America
As T. S. Eliot wrote, in a brilliant and painstaking way: I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope, For hope would be hope for the wrong thing: wait without love for love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith But the faith and the love and the hope are all in the waiting.