I read a poem today and felt inspired! It’s funny how words can grab hold of you. They squirm and wrestle around and finally find a resting spot. A spot of understanding. I like to find that spot and sit with it – just for a minute or two and then walk away.
The author of this poem is David Whyte. He wrote it mirrored with two titles; To Break a Promise and To Make a Promise:
Make a place of prayer, no fuss
Just lean into the white brilliance
and say what you needed to say
all along, nothing too much, words
as simple as yours and as heard
as the birdsong above your head
or the river running gently beside you.
Let your word join
one to another
the way stones nestle on stones,
the way water just leaves
and goes to the sea,
the way your promise
breathes and belongs
with every other promise
the world has ever made.
Now, let them go on,
leave your words
to carry their own life,
without you, let the promise
go with the river.