Wednesday, July 21, 2010


My New Perch On The Front Porch

Already I have found a favorite place to perch and ponder for a while..., the front porch, late evening as the sun is going down...  Now with a special perch, I am beginning to have a sense of belonging again.
And in that vein of thought, I am reminded of David Whyte's wonderful poem ~

The House of Belonging

I awake
this morning
in the gold light
turning this way
and that

thinking for
a moment
it was one
like any other.

the veil had gone
from my 
darkened heart
I thought

it must have been the quiet
that filled my room,

it must have been
the first
easy rhythm
with which I breathed
myself to sleep,

it must have been 
the prayer I said
speaking to the otherness
of the night.

I thought
this is the good day
you could
meet your love,

this is the black day
someone close
to you could die.

this is the day
you realize
how easily the thread
is broken
between this world 
and the next

and I found myself
sitting up
in the quiet pathway
of light,

the tawny 
close grained cedar
burning round
me like fire
and all the angels of this housely
heaven ascending
through the first
roof of light
the sun has made.

This is the bright home
in which I live,
this is where
I ask
my friends
to come,
this is where I want
to love all the things
it has taken me so long
to learn to love.

This is the temple
of my adult aloneness
and I belong
to that aloneness
as I belong to my life.

There is no house
like the house of belonging.

~ David Whyte ~

1 comment:

The Quintessential Magpie said...

Neinah, what a marvelous poem, and what a lovely house. It's yellow! How adorable! I can see why you would love to sit there and welcome the day. I think you are going to be very happy there in that precious yellow house. It's so happy, like a warm hug!


Sheila :-)