(For John O’Donohue)
You arrived as a ripple of change emanating
from an original, unstoppable,
memory: a then made now,
entirely yourself; found now in the world,
now as creator of that world.
You were a signature written in sand
taken by the ocean and scattered
to another wave form, your disappearance
only made more beautiful
by the everyday arrival of a tide
where my voice can still join yours,
hungering for the fall of water,
so that walking the reflected sand,
I set myself to learn by your going,
knowing across death’s wide ocean,
the ultimate parallel to friendship.
From PILGRIM : Poems by David Whyte\
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