Good Poetry (David Whyte)

The Lightest Touch

Good poetry begins with
the lightest touch,
a breeze arriving from nowhere,
a whispered healing arrival,
a word in your ear,
a settling into things,
then like a hand in the dark
it arrests the whole body,
steeling you for revelation.

In the silence that follows
a great line
you can feel Lazarus
deep inside
even the laziest, most deathly afraid
part of you,
lifts up his hands and walk toward the light.

-David Whyte

from Everything is Waiting for You

©2003 Many Rivers Press

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