558. I wish I could show you when you are lonely or in the darkness, the astonishing light of your own being. ~Hāfez

Are there not hours of an immortal birth,—
Bright visitations from a purer sphere,
That cannot live in language? Is there not
A mood of glory, when the mind attuned
To heaven, can out of dreams create her worlds?—
~Robert Montgomery

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The time will come
when, with elation,
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror,
and each will smile at the other’s welcome,

and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you

all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,

the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.
~Derek Walcott

For now we see only a reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known. ~1 Corinthians 13:12  ✝

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12 thoughts on “558. I wish I could show you when you are lonely or in the darkness, the astonishing light of your own being. ~Hāfez

  1. Natalie, this feels like you are thinking of someone specific.

    I love the last stanza in the poem by Derek Walcott. And that quote from Robert Montgomery is very fluid and deep. The first line, “Are there not hours of an immortal birth” –Ohhhhhh yes, I would have to say there are.

    And of course, you know I love mixed-media.

    Love and hugs N.
    🙂 ❤

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