This is how you pray when the liturgy burns down and the wildflowers move in.
David Whyte has done it again—woven a psalm for the ones who slip the noose of achievement and let the dandelion do what the dandelion knows: scatter in surrender, not in strategy.
Herod still hunts—these days in influencer metrics and nonprofit grant deadlines—but let the soul’s small seeds fall outside the gridlines.
Ambition is just anxiety in a tuxedo.
Sanity is in the tangled part of life that refuses to be set straight.
As it was for me Tanya, in the writing of it. Though I am not a Christian, biblical images that I saw and that effected me deeply from my childhood Sunday School, still break through to the surface of my adult life. DW
I’ve loved your work ever since I read your poem Everything Is Waiting For You. I keep a copy on my desk, and say a prayer of thanksgiving for it , for you, for my wheelchair, for everything!
This is how you pray when the liturgy burns down and the wildflowers move in.
David Whyte has done it again—woven a psalm for the ones who slip the noose of achievement and let the dandelion do what the dandelion knows: scatter in surrender, not in strategy.
Herod still hunts—these days in influencer metrics and nonprofit grant deadlines—but let the soul’s small seeds fall outside the gridlines.
Ambition is just anxiety in a tuxedo.
Sanity is in the tangled part of life that refuses to be set straight.
Amen and wild be it.
Herod was a surprising turn. I enjoyed that.
As it was for me Tanya, in the writing of it. Though I am not a Christian, biblical images that I saw and that effected me deeply from my childhood Sunday School, still break through to the surface of my adult life. DW
On a morning suffering from a worry hangover, this was therapy. And that therapy should be breathtaking beauty is such a gift. 🙏
Beautiful….
Another Wish for You
may you be
frequently ambushed,
thoroughly boonswoggled,
by a season of meandering joy,
a Mississippi of mischievous adventure,
a benign typhoon of good trouble,
redolent of favorite times
with people and
animals, places as well,
that sparkle you
with aliveness,
as you in turn
in your unbridled romping
transfigure
and effervesce all
with whom you’ve wandered
along muddy
cattailed riverbanks
bursting forth fat
blackberries,
sizzling dragonflies and
cottages shaded
by sycamores
serene as plump cats
lazing in sun, glistening
wonder like wildflowers
listening to rain.
I’ve loved your work ever since I read your poem Everything Is Waiting For You. I keep a copy on my desk, and say a prayer of thanksgiving for it , for you, for my wheelchair, for everything!
Beautiful medicine for my soul today.
The imagery in this is just so lovely. And that turn - perfection. Thank you. x
Beautiful beautiful. Phrases to linger on.
“dandelion turned pure white and
ghostly”, “ the shimmering dispersal of tented seeds”. Thank you
Thank you for the words! The only thing that could make it better is David reading it to me ♥️
Exquisite. You really should consider poetry for a career...(-. Oh, I love this poem so....
Such a mind feast
holy moly
Indelible
Thank you 🙏
Gorgeous
Thank you David, I felt my breathing slow & deepen as I read this. It was a welcome gift.