Beauty in the Ordinary

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"And above all, watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you because the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places. Those who don't believe in magic will never find it." Raold Dahl

Tuesday, May 10, 2011

photo courtesy of Theladymargaret
The Truelove

There is faith in loving fiercely
the one who is rightfully yours,
especially if you have
waited 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 grey stones
to the shore of baying seals,

who would press 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
waiting 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 subtly
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 you know
belongs in yours.
- David Whyte -

Many of you reading this might already know of David Whyte,
but I just found him two days ago.
He came here to our little island and talked and recited
poems for over two hours.
All of them he knew by heart.
As listen I closed my eyes and his voice and words took me
to the countryside of Ireland, his tender presence
touched my heart deeply.
I love this poem because I know that which is calling
us to get out of the boat,
can be someone else,
a new beginning,
what I like to believe,
some deep part of ourselves.


  1. Oh Victoria, that must have been just wonderful to sit and listen too. How beautiful that poem is.

  2. He certainly is special Sis. When I checked his website, I realized I already own one of his books, The Heart Aroused! Amazing!

  3. I love poetry, but then I am Irish American. It is in my blood.

  4. Victoria, what a deeply moving poem. Thanks for posting it. olive

  5. V - thank you for that lovely post and beautiful poem.

  6. Hello Victoria, I can tell you have had a great time out. And I sure will look into this guys work. Because these words went straight to my core. Thank you so much for sending it out here.
    Hugs Dagmar

  7. wish I could have been there, I yearn to go back to Ireland, sometimes I crave to be there so badly it is like an addict craving a drug. Thanks for sharing!

  8. Thank you for this. Made me cry.


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