The House Of Belonging:
David Whyte
I awoke
This morning
In the gold light
Turning this way
And that
Thinking for
A moment
It was one
Day
Like any other.
But
The veil had gone
From my darkened heart
And I thought
It must have been the quiet
Candlelight
That filled my room
It must have been
The first
Easy rhythm
With which I breathed
Myself to sleep,
It must have been
The prayer I said
Speaking to the otherness
Of the night.
And I thought
This is the good day
You could
Meet your love.
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