An ode to a midlife journey

I came across this poem by Derek Walcott about 3 years ago, just before I turned 60.  It rang so true to me then, and still to this day.  Each time I read it, I feel a special peace.

To me, this time in my life, is the perfect time to ‘sit and feast on my life.’  There is much there to feast on, to remember and to move on with.  Join me?

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

1 Comment

  1. Bobbi
    January 31, 2017 / 9:43 am

    Love the sentiment – especially the food and wine parts !

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