Sometimes, I need a little help from my friends…and when I do, I often turn to poetry. Another one of my favorite poets is Derek Walcott. I keep a copy of his poem Love After Love in my rainy day box. I am grateful each morning I awaken to this life but a recent experience reminded my how fortunate I am to be alive.
This poem reflects me to myself as clearly as any mirror I have ever stood before. I am reminded of my beauty as a man who walks gently upon this world. That the wisdom of my heart is pure and true. That my soul heals with the exchange and sharing of words, music, food, and touch. That my spirit is resilient, loving and forgiving, made whole again after being torn apart from itself. That this life I love opens to me at every turn into the fulness of the universe. That I am a man too gentle to live among wolves…who once again feasts, like a hungry fox upon his life.