Poem by David Whyte

FINISTERRE

"The road in the end taking the path

 the sun had taken,
into the western sea,

and the moon rising behind you
as you stood where ground turned to ocean: no way

to your future now

but the way your shadow could take,
walking before you across water, 

going where shadows go,

no way to make sense of a world that wouldn't let you pass
except to call an end to the way you had come,
to take out each frayed letter you brought
and light their illumined corners, and to read
them as they drifted through the western light;
to empty your bags;
to sort this and to leave that;

to promise what you needed to promise all along,
and to abandon the shoes that had brought you here
right at the water's edge,

not because you had given up
but because now, 

you would find a different way to tread,
and because, through it all,
part of you could still walk on,
no matter how,

over the waves.”

― David Whyte

 

** I hope Zoe will not mind or find me presumptuous if I add this poem to the Blog........

Read back to follow Zoe's journey to Finisterre. 

Lauren
12-27-2014