The True Love
There’s a faith in loving fiercely the one who is rightfully yours, there’s a faith in loving fiercely the one who is rightfully yours.
Especially if you have waited years, especially if you have waited years,
and especially if you’ve never believed, if you’ve never believed that you deserved this loved and beckoning hand held out to you this way.
I am thinking of faith now, and the testaments of loneliness.
What we feel we are worthy of in this world, what we feel we are worthy of in this world.
Years ago in the Hebrides, I remember an old man who walked everyday, everyday, on the gray stones to the shore of baying seals.
Who would press his hat against his chest into 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.
I think of the story of the storm and everyone waking, and seeing that 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.
That moment we have to say, yes.
Except it will not come so grandly, 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, when we finally step out of the boat.
Towards them, we find that everything holds us, and everything sustains our courage.
And if you wanted to drown, you could.
if you wanted to drown, you could.
But you don’t.
You don’t because finally after all this struggle, and all these years.
You simply don’t want to anymore.
You’ve simply had enough of drowning.
And you want to live, and you want to love.
And you will walk across any territory, however fluid and however dangerous.
To take the one hand you know belongs in yours.
-David Whyte
