Thank you, David. The endless circle of devotion and love and death and memory. These past years, there is this great presence where past and present continually loop around and meet — Eros reconstructing itself through divine inertia and exalted states of being, of grace. I prophesied, as much in whim, as out of fear, to my wife one day, “If you should die, I will go rest myself against that great red oak along the trail behind our house — and rest for awhile”. And I have ever since.
Thank you David. This was so perfectly timed. My dad is in the final throes of cancer and I've been sitting by his bed for this last week since he went into a coma as we've been waiting for him to 'let go'. For some reason, his heart is refusing to call it and it's so tough to witness. Much love and thanks for your words which I return to time and time again. xxx
When I saw the picture at the top of this post, I knew right away what this poem was about. Somehow, it conveyed what my dream of walking through the pearly gates would actually look like, I guess. By the end of reading, tears were streaming down my cheeks. Those last three lines...hauntingly beautiful. Thank you!! XO
I find your reflections and poetry speak to my being and heart, calling me both forward and beyond, while recognising the invitation to the new, and letting go of old habits and patterns. And yet the new arises from the old not separate but organic.
Wow, My Grandfather Thomas Cowan Whyte loved poetry,I believe he was one of 13 Brothers in the Army during ww11, it's unusual nowadays to see the name Whyte with a "Y" rather than the "i" apparently in the 20s many changed the "Y" to "i" strange but true.nice poem very descriptive. Thank you
There’s a mistake here not my not my pic either. I wrote I wrote under and subscribed under Marie Perea, Marcus I have the same email address as Marie Marcus because we’re one in the same you have that name because I’ve taken classes online. I’ve survived, paid, wrote heartfelt message and did my profile all under Marie Perea Marcus, only. Where did it all disappear to?
Thank you, David. The endless circle of devotion and love and death and memory. These past years, there is this great presence where past and present continually loop around and meet — Eros reconstructing itself through divine inertia and exalted states of being, of grace. I prophesied, as much in whim, as out of fear, to my wife one day, “If you should die, I will go rest myself against that great red oak along the trail behind our house — and rest for awhile”. And I have ever since.
My husband is diagnosed with AML. This was almost too much for me. Yet I read it again and again.
Thank you David. This was so perfectly timed. My dad is in the final throes of cancer and I've been sitting by his bed for this last week since he went into a coma as we've been waiting for him to 'let go'. For some reason, his heart is refusing to call it and it's so tough to witness. Much love and thanks for your words which I return to time and time again. xxx
When I saw the picture at the top of this post, I knew right away what this poem was about. Somehow, it conveyed what my dream of walking through the pearly gates would actually look like, I guess. By the end of reading, tears were streaming down my cheeks. Those last three lines...hauntingly beautiful. Thank you!! XO
I find your reflections and poetry speak to my being and heart, calling me both forward and beyond, while recognising the invitation to the new, and letting go of old habits and patterns. And yet the new arises from the old not separate but organic.
"that everything
passes
away no matter
how precious
the memory"
I feel these lines deeply in the core of my being.
Wow, My Grandfather Thomas Cowan Whyte loved poetry,I believe he was one of 13 Brothers in the Army during ww11, it's unusual nowadays to see the name Whyte with a "Y" rather than the "i" apparently in the 20s many changed the "Y" to "i" strange but true.nice poem very descriptive. Thank you
David, your sense of self and Nature never waver! You seem to be totally authentic! Keep keeping on please!
Terry Chapman
There’s a mistake here not my not my pic either. I wrote I wrote under and subscribed under Marie Perea, Marcus I have the same email address as Marie Marcus because we’re one in the same you have that name because I’ve taken classes online. I’ve survived, paid, wrote heartfelt message and did my profile all under Marie Perea Marcus, only. Where did it all disappear to?