Rest

you found the path again waiting through the open window

Photo: © David Whyte

Rest

The bright of the moon before first light,
waking in the pre-dawn dark, the room illumined
and the edged, white, silver touch of sheets
sheer against the skin: the sense of having slept
wrapped in a blessing from the other side of night,
an unwarranted, gifted, messenger goodness;
a visitation as foundation and final destination,…