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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

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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

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Oh David, so poignant right on time really touched my heart at the core… Thank you.

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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.

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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

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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!

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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)

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Brilliant

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HCNY❤️😊🧧

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