Written in the midst of overwhelming family responsibilities, amidst the losses of my mother and the ill health of my father, which involved a great deal of exhausting trans Atlantic travel (I wouldn’t change a thing) a young daughter at home and to cap it all, the the loss of one of my closest male friends.
Needless to say healing hands were placed on the wounds through this New Year poem and healing begun through that touch. The power of poetry to transform and heal …
Sunday evening greetings, Mr. Whyte, I am reminded of a super quote you say from one of my dear favorites, the awesome Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, a Master!
“As soon as you trust yourself you will know how to live.”
I also feel the influence and celestial healing energy of Archangel Raphael in your beautifully raw and passionate, New Year Prayer. GH
I especially love the last stanza. Continuing gratitude.
p.s. This morning I sent to my son an excerpt from your new essay on nagging! We both felt it's power and truth and the freedom from judgment your words made possible.
This poem just cracked me open then filled the rupture with a dark night sky filled with Stars. This poem is what this year feels like to me, especially, so far, still sitting in the dark. Thank you, sir!
Really, really beautiful thank you. Being held, or more fundamentally, feeling held, is so crucial isn't it? Love Debbie x (Hope you may be able to do another poetry salon in the Oxford area again one day, it helped me so much being part of the last one)
Written in the midst of overwhelming family responsibilities, amidst the losses of my mother and the ill health of my father, which involved a great deal of exhausting trans Atlantic travel (I wouldn’t change a thing) a young daughter at home and to cap it all, the the loss of one of my closest male friends.
Needless to say healing hands were placed on the wounds through this New Year poem and healing begun through that touch. The power of poetry to transform and heal …
DW
Sunday evening greetings, Mr. Whyte, I am reminded of a super quote you say from one of my dear favorites, the awesome Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, a Master!
“As soon as you trust yourself you will know how to live.”
I also feel the influence and celestial healing energy of Archangel Raphael in your beautifully raw and passionate, New Year Prayer. GH
Oh David, so poignant right on time really touched my heart at the core… Thank you.
I especially love the last stanza. Continuing gratitude.
p.s. This morning I sent to my son an excerpt from your new essay on nagging! We both felt it's power and truth and the freedom from judgment your words made possible.
Go Deep MyBeloved
You come in the
dark
Silence is golden
Until it is not
You are pain in the
heart
The rivers swell beyond
Being held
It is burning here
Cold on a far shore
None are safe
We are atoms
Wanting to touch
the moon
The sun is blinding
We have not stopped
Listened to enough
stories
The rain is tears
Drought-Guilt
is not enough
We are God’s Children
Alone
Outside of Paradise
Bloodied fingers knocking
at the door
Pushed out-wounded
Searching outside
There is no comfort
Only lessons sometimes
like Bigfoot
Enormous endings and beginning
Loss…pain…chaos
Also…
Something more comes
A gentle breeze,
a poem,
a dandelion
This is Silence…
stay
for this moment,
stay.
January 11,2025
This poem just cracked me open then filled the rupture with a dark night sky filled with Stars. This poem is what this year feels like to me, especially, so far, still sitting in the dark. Thank you, sir!
Really, really beautiful thank you. Being held, or more fundamentally, feeling held, is so crucial isn't it? Love Debbie x (Hope you may be able to do another poetry salon in the Oxford area again one day, it helped me so much being part of the last one)
Brilliant
HCNY❤️😊🧧