To Break a Promise
(Cúnga Fheichin)
Make a place of prayer, no fuss now, just lean into the white brilliance and say what you needed to say all along, nothing too much, words as simple and as yours and as heard as the birdsong above your head or the river running gently beside you. Let your words join one to another the way stone nestles on stone, the way water just leaves and goes to the sea, the way your promise breathes and belongs with every other promise the world has ever made. Now, let them go on, let your words have their own life without you, let the promise go with the river. Now stand up. Have faith. Walk away. -from David Whyte: Essentials
We get very little support when it comes to the necessary breaking of promises whose seasons have run their full round. This was written as both a way forward out of one of those outworn promises, and a lighted pathway for others to follow. DW
This landed well today and in a time of need. Once again facing the truth that promises made to my babes are no longer appropriate in their 30's. They are no longer always under my watch, nor should they be. The heart wants to hold on and to worry. And this poem is a gentle message we need to hear over and over. Let go...let go. Yet in the context of prayer and love.