06/26/2024
Sometimes when you wake up too early and find yourself checking Facebook before dawn, you’re drawn to a life-affirming moment.
This poem shared on the FB page of Les Bernstein from 6/26/24 did just that.
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Good morning dear friends,
Here’s today’s poem.
Sending love,
Les
Love After Love
Derek Walcott
"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."
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For those of us who spend as little time looking in a mirror as possible for fear of not feeling this way, here’s a big thank you to Les Bernstein.
I’m presently a large man, although I still feel at heart like a spindly teenager. I need to see that guy, and internalize that wry smile that came so easily in the ‘70s. I welcome the notion, however alien it might feel, to accept and love the me that I see despite my regrets across the decades.
There’s still that good me in there, and he need not flail around, fighting off pointless doubts. He just needs to be still and accepting. Blowing air kisses just because.
Because I need to remember that any other me I see is likely to be bound by the needless folly of guilt, shame, and disappointment. That me needs to bow out and take two steps back, acknowledged but with no need to be influential.
The core me, the one referenced in the poem above, has every right to shine brighter than the rest unencumbered, because the forces of love in our world would want it that way. The kinship of kindness has no agenda dictated by past, present, or future. We all deserve to thrive without reservation, and see that in our own eyes as a constant. Without constraint. Held without analysis.
Breathe into it. Have it warm you, eyes closed. Be that. Be grateful for the opportunity to re-meet that self like an old friend, valued and unforgettable.