Tuesday, June 7, 2022
David Whyte
The Gleam
Sometimes,
in the midst
of every difficult
and everyday
awkward
way, you try to
make your
onward way,
sometimes
sitting down
at the edge
of everything
that has made you
too tired
to take
another step,
there’s that
caught sight,
now here,
now gone
of a half imagined
wavering light
just among
the trees
just a gleam
or a wisp
of white gold
in the dying sun
a strange kind
of beckoning,
an ache
outlined
so intimately
as it is,
against
all of the doings
you have
labeled
so lovingly
as sins,
the place you
should have gone
all those years ago
still, it seems,
willing
to invite you again,
simpler this time,
not too far away
touchable now,
and within reach
just a single step
on the other side
of what you always
come to call
in the end,
forgiveness.
…
Sunset Over Connemara
Photo : David Whyte
Ballyvaughan, June 18th 2019
…
THE GLEAM
in ‘Still Possible’
Many Rivers Press January 2022