本文发表在 rolia.net 枫下论坛For David Whyte the true love isn’t necessarily a person. The true love is that which you are called to do or be. The poem is about the courage it takes to step out of the safety of your boat into the chaos and danger of the waves in order to live your life deeply.
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The Truelove
By David Whyte
There's a faith in loving fiercely
the one who is rightfully yours.
Especially if you have wasted 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.
Years ago, in the Hebrides,
I remember an old man
who walked every morning
on the gray stones
to the shore of baying seals,
who would hold his hat
to his chest in the blustering
salt wind and say his prayer
to the turbulent Jesus
hidden in the water.
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 subtlety
and intimately in the face
of the one you know
you have to love.
So that when
we finally step out of the boat
toward them, we find
everything holds
us and everything confirms
our courage and if you wanted
to drown you could,
but you don't.
Because finally,
after all this struggle
and all these years,
you don't want to any more.
you've simply had enough
of drowning
and you want to live and you
want to love. And you will
walk across any territory
and any darkness,
however fluid and however
dangerous to take the
one hand and
the one life you know
belongs in yours.更多精彩文章及讨论,请光临枫下论坛 rolia.net
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The Truelove
By David Whyte
There's a faith in loving fiercely
the one who is rightfully yours.
Especially if you have wasted 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.
Years ago, in the Hebrides,
I remember an old man
who walked every morning
on the gray stones
to the shore of baying seals,
who would hold his hat
to his chest in the blustering
salt wind and say his prayer
to the turbulent Jesus
hidden in the water.
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 subtlety
and intimately in the face
of the one you know
you have to love.
So that when
we finally step out of the boat
toward them, we find
everything holds
us and everything confirms
our courage and if you wanted
to drown you could,
but you don't.
Because finally,
after all this struggle
and all these years,
you don't want to any more.
you've simply had enough
of drowning
and you want to live and you
want to love. And you will
walk across any territory
and any darkness,
however fluid and however
dangerous to take the
one hand and
the one life you know
belongs in yours.更多精彩文章及讨论,请光临枫下论坛 rolia.net