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A Poem by Derek Walcott, Nobel Prize Winner
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I have been a Professional Psychic for over 20 years, for clients worldwide. I use my gifts in a non-denominational approach which is that of a compassionate and objective guide to help you with the choices in your highest interest...not in fortune-telling. If you have always scoffed at psychics, or you are looking for a type of coaching, counseling, or insight that is not the usual, please take a look at my website, to see more about me. You will probably find that I am not what you think of when you think of a "psychic!" I like to integrate the spiritual into your daily practical issues, so that you can live life in a more grounded and easeful manner.
I love to write about many aspects of spirituality, culture, creativity, and healing, so you will find that here, as well as tips to help you hopefully live your life in a more balanced manner!
I love to write about many aspects of spirituality, culture, creativity, and healing, so you will find that here, as well as tips to help you hopefully live your life in a more balanced manner!
LOVE AFTER LOVE
A Poem by Derek Walcott, Nobel Prize Winner
The time will come
when, with elation,
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror
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.
From Collected Poems 1948-1984
when, with elation,
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror
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.
From Collected Poems 1948-1984
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